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your emerald is turning to matcha oh so cold and oh so bitter your words on my mouth I want to spit out your dryer and dryer every sentence your emerald green dosent shine quite as bright because you don't seem to have much solicitude for me anymore your once crystal in the dark cave is a bitter taste that has a vintage coolness people tend to crave they don't realize the lack in care that you carry you can say your exhausted but frankly I'm exhausted with following you around like you'd almost come back to me your not a darker green anymore your a lighter green and perhaps you cant see it but in my eyes the bitterness has hit my tounge for the last time
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
your green
your emerald is turning to matcha oh so cold and oh so bitter your words on my mouth I want to spit out your dryer and dryer every sentence your emerald green dosent shine quite as bright because you don't seem to have much solicitude for me anymore your once crystal in the dark cave is a bitter taste that has a vintage coolness people tend to crave they don't realize the lack in care that you carry you can say your exhausted but frankly I'm exhausted with following you around like you'd almost come back to me your not a darker green anymore your a lighter green and perhaps you cant see it but in my eyes the bitterness has hit my tounge for the last time
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F/in your walls
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
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