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she yells her secrets

I'm a fool for tragedy it's not you its me. They say I'm too open not lightly spoken. Maybe im in love with you showing up unnoticed you ran with every door still open I'm winding my own web with flowers flourished you said I need to re focus and now that I've grown into a lotus you've got that gun reloaded.

◄ life has no instructions

forget me ►

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