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| i don't really like being part of your life | |
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a single tear rolls down my cheek as i sit in my room, the weak winter sun lighting my room with a soft grey light. i wish i could be sad but instead i feel
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| it's a shitty art project, bro | |
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| i'm fucking three other people without protection without your consent | |
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