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May 2017
I might've shoved you off
but lately you're the only one
I'm thinking of
this morning I could barely
get out of bed
after last night's
cry I've shed

so I pinky swear to you
to not ever mess with you

I am a bee that stung you
little do you know, I've died inside too

nights became longer
songs became sadder
you became colder
and I've became sober
after "we" became over.
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