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Feb 2020
It’s exactly 5:01 am and im in bed crying
Over how you’re so good at lying.
All the words rolled off your tongue and flew through your lips so easily but they where all meaningless lies. And I try and try to stay strong
But it’s hard when the person you knocked down your wall Built so high,
Is the reason you have to fly so far into the sky to rebuild it all over again.
Falsepulse
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Falsepulse  17/F
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