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Aug 2018
I remember the first time I called you
And I was so nervous.
I shouldn't have been, because it was only a call.

I remember being excited when you'd ring me
Because I loved talking to you.
Looking back, it was only a call.

I still call you now
And I know why you don't answer,
Because it's only a call.

You rang me to help,
And I would always pick up.
It wasn't anything special,
It was only a call.

And you'll dial my number again,
But I won't bother answering.
I know it won't be anything important,
It won't be special at all.
Because after all,
It's only a call.
insomniatrical
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insomniatrical  22/@ ur mom's rn
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