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Sep 2019
sitting here, quarter past two
crying my eyes out listening to you

deserving the hurt i feel
from what i put you through

i never wanted to be the one to bring you pain
but darling, it’s quarter past two and you’re crying again.
lost
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lost  17/F/Australia
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