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I studied cheesy pickup lines for a month before talking to you

It burns so much to think that his hands touched another girls' the way they touched me

I waited for him and he took advantage of me never being able to say no

and I couldn't smell the cinnamon whiskey on his breath because I was already drowning in it

but he could never touch me unless he threw a few back

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