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Sep 2019
steady, though I’m still haunted by the memories
your love was like ecstasy

now it’s crashing down
I’m a fool, might as well dress like a clown
cause I fell hard for your lies
I’m left to deal with the side effects of that temporary high
love will ******* up more than drugs ever will
phoebe fructuoso
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phoebe fructuoso  25/F/MNL
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