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Jun 2017
I don't understand how we got here
Where did we go wrong?
This time this isn't a love song

I always thought I was your first
But I was wrong
You'd rather have drugs than your loved one
You're always high and promise me this imaginary life.

But you'd just much rather hit that pipe.
You don't care
I can tell
You've even told me yourself

But this will be the last time I'm 2nd
To you, because in my imaginary world you don't exist.
Haiven Oconnor
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