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Feb 2018
I'm so glad we're not friends
Because the street light that shines in

I'll just about my problems
Like a bunch of exploding fireworks

Or how I love myself
Staring out at the moon

Talking to the stars
Alone

I'm so glad
You don't have to carry my weight

or hear the endless complaints

Oh how I wish i lived somewhere else
eileen
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