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She is like a song, I secretly love to hear, But skip evey time it plays. Because it's too familier. Too Close. Too full of her. The music knows my Memories, The Lyrics knows my ache, so i press "Next" Pretend i don't miss.
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May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 5:58 AM UTC
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She is like a song, I secretly love to hear, But skip evey time it plays. Because it's too familier. Too Close. Too full of her. The music knows my Memories, The Lyrics knows my ache, so i press "Next" Pretend i don't miss.
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25/M/India
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 5:58 AM UTC
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