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Jan 2015
Took the night for myself,
Spent it in a basement full of liquor and people who's faces I've barely come across.
You couldn't find the time or the reasons to see me until I didn't care anymore,
Only a handful of exhausted excuses.

Twelve o'clock with Piper,
Cigarettes on the front porch,
You were calling my phone,
I was too busy to answer.

And if you thought I was yours,
You were wrong.
I hope you know
I don't want you to put in more effort now,
I don't want you anymore,
Now you're on your own again.
I'm kissing your friends.
Emma Pickwick
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