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Feb 2015
So many choices I sometimes just do nothing.
The same maroon 5 song has played 40 times on repeat.
Subconsciously humming the song and tapping my feat.
Too cold to go on a walk, and all my #2's are broken.
No friends wanna talk, theyre all together without me.
My phone buzzes, and I wish I could talk with Groupon, they seem to always be contacting me.
But I pick up my phone and watch a cute video.
Listen to a love song and belt out the chorus, the lyrics hitting me deep.
I wish I had someone to relay these ed sheeran lyrics to.
A text. Could it be her?? "Wrong number".
Well ****. Time to watch netflix
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the blonde poet  minnesota
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