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Dec 2018
My room is cold but my hands are warm,That's enough for me.
I am too lazy to close this window or it's this coming winter smells so good stops me,
I barely touched my cigarette
That is a first, am not thinking deep or something,Just this one thought
Oh god i miss being loved.
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