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We always sit right here on this spot Talking about each other a lot You always had the **** sweetest smile Makes me stay just a little more while I was always used to you just being there Always giving me this weird kind of stare I really never bothered to ask why I may talk a lot but sometimes I get a bit shy I've always tried my best to tell you how I feel but your mere presence was already so surreal If you only knew how much I loved you from the start I would've given you what's left of my dying heart I went back to our spot but you were already gone You waited all night long but left with someone Now I have to deal with all of the pain Losing you now has driven me insane Here I am lying in my dying days The entirety of my life in its final phase Now I realize I should've taken that shot I should've told you everything right there on our spot ** Always take the shot when you have the chance!
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Nov 4, 2023
Nov 4, 2023 at 4:29 AM UTC
Our Spot
We always sit right here on this spot Talking about each other a lot You always had the **** sweetest smile Makes me stay just a little more while I was always used to you just being there Always giving me this weird kind of stare I really never bothered to ask why I may talk a lot but sometimes I get a bit shy I've always tried my best to tell you how I feel but your mere presence was already so surreal If you only knew how much I loved you from the start I would've given you what's left of my dying heart I went back to our spot but you were already gone You waited all night long but left with someone Now I have to deal with all of the pain Losing you now has driven me insane Here I am lying in my dying days The entirety of my life in its final phase Now I realize I should've taken that shot I should've told you everything right there on our spot ** Always take the shot when you have the chance!
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31/M/Manila, Philippines
Nov 4, 2023
Nov 4, 2023 at 4:29 AM UTC
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