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*She is nothing more Than a playlist in a database Which I never adored Stored away in an ancient file on an aged server But the list remains there anyway Be it out of respect So you need not worry about such a voice Interjecting itself back into my life When the truth is that I know the sound which a whole heart makes And hers was fragmented By the pain which she always put on repeat*
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Miss Playlist
*She is nothing more Than a playlist in a database Which I never adored Stored away in an ancient file on an aged server But the list remains there anyway Be it out of respect So you need not worry about such a voice Interjecting itself back into my life When the truth is that I know the sound which a whole heart makes And hers was fragmented By the pain which she always put on repeat*
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
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