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Feb 2018
You're touch reminds me of every other girls touch before.
That's why I'm not gonna chase after you.
I know what the feeling of being lied to is like.
And it rubs off of your hands every time they brush mine.
I won't fall for this again.
Under Empty Skies
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Under Empty Skies  Austin TX
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