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Jan 2020
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When the music pounds,
And lights dance across the room
I'm at home
Far away from you

When the dance floor is filled
And your mind is a mess
I lie at my bed
And silently obsess

When the bottle meets your lips
Your mind works a little less
I wonder who it is
You're trying to forget.
My ex called me at 3 a.m., drunk.
Julia Martin
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Julia Martin  21/F/Neverland
(21/F/Neverland)   
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