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I don't miss you in the way I think I do For those scars are still showing Those horrid words still echoing But time does soften their frequency
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Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 12:45 PM UTC
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I don't miss you in the way I think I do For those scars are still showing Those horrid words still echoing But time does soften their frequency
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simmer
20/M/God's Creation
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 12:45 PM UTC
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