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Sep 2017
i don't know why i think of your hands up her shirt or about you driving her around all night
because now your hands crawl up my shirt and every night you drive me around
"you have control over your own self, your own thoughts"
you make it seem so simple
so why is it so hard to forget?
caroline
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