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Jun 2019
I’ve got a butterfly in my pocket,
Torments in my head and a devil on my shoulder,
I sit along a burning house where I light up my smoke,
All I can think of is her.
She ran away,
Left me no notice,
As the rain ruined my sesh I could feel your hand making its way down my shirt
Took an opened eye and a smile to hereby notice the rain felt warmer than her.
I’m walking in the rain as she enjoys her new man,
I’m walking in the rain wondering who put the spiders in my applesauce,
I’m walking in the rain wondering why I introduced the two,
I’m walking in the rain,
A fool with no name
A clown with no face
A prisoner with no crimes.
As I lean against the tree, I hear a voice calling my name,
All it says is to check my phone
And all I see is a text from her asking when I’ll be home,
From giggles and s* we got to drinks and theft
From movies and talks we got to no texts and coughs,
From Uber rides and bjs we go to my new b
* and her tears.
Every time she cry, please bear in mind, it’s your fault not mine.
Written by
Fidel  18/M/China
(18/M/China)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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