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Feb 2015
i type a familiar number on my screen
it came out so naturally
like walking to the kitchen when i wake up
to make coffee

i press the green button
but immidiatly the red
in case you answer
and i have to talk
and say what i feel

i ******* miss you
i'm ******* empty without you
i'm ******* drunk
Nepenthes
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