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illusion
I would always seek refuge in you
But you could never love me the way I wanted you to
Wednesday 25th November 2020 3:26 pm
self obsessed
You love calling me crazy too
Lying holding your breath you’re turning blue
As I start calling out your other muse
Said I’m the only one that you choose
Feeding me another empty excuse
You swung giving me the ugliest bruise
Wednesday 25th November 2020 3:23 pm
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