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last year you left me broken

Some of my words come out unrehearsed a smell of a coward wanting your curse my brain is a well with vivid imagery when your unclear in your speech tell me I'm the one too broken to see my wings are steered when walked apoun in disbelief open one topic up to breathe where's the rest of me its left in your back house the days we couldn't care to break out some of the most refreshing ways to wash away every fake friend now fallen on one regretĀ it was all for the best.

◄ i am a hurricane you will be sucked in

find my blood on the table ►

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