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Mar 2018
I told her we must buy flowers again
feels like I'm dying

everyone loves to see my face
not so much hear my voice

it's a phase
you messed up again
try again

blue petals
we dream of a day

feels like we might die
in this cold sun
(everyone wants to hear my words
not so much hear my voice)
eileen
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eileen
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