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May 2020
now it’s 3am and you’re
calling me up again

going on about the **** you
wish you said

the words slur
and the music in the background is louder

this is when i learn
you only call me when you’re drunk.
Written by
phoebe  21/F/TX
(21/F/TX)   
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