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Jun 2019
you don't buy me flowers anymore
I hide away from the stars
we don't hold each other tightly
different conclusions and you won't understand me
I wait for you to leave the bed
finally I can rest
I wait for you to leave the house
now I feel comfortable
I wait for you to sleep
so I can walk away
you don't love me the same
it's not me
it's you
eileen
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eileen
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