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Aug 16
Blue, purple, pink.

She sits there and scoffs at the colors-ridiculous

And I bite my tongue, I’m ridiculo-

Shake my head, leave the room.

(Love you no matter what)


I won’t tell them.

But God, I wish I could.
August 15, 2020
Written by
What4221  πŸŒ‚
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