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Oct 2017
You'd think there'd be more to it. But no. See? This is what you get. Cause you won't stop *******. Your grandmother is ashamed of you.
How vain it would be, to think that you'd want to dance with me.
You, a summer sunset. Me, the salt and sea.
Written by
Jamison Bell
138
     --- and july hearne
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