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Eleanor Oct 22
I want the bitterness in my mouth, the bitterness that  scrambles your thoughts, but warms up your cold lonely soul
A little red light, a little friend who erases your worries and thoughts
And I know i shouldn't but I want her now
Nobody else understands and never will, only the stinging can comprehend
It's not an addiction, but sometimes I need her here
Something I made weeks ago

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