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Sep 2020
I believe we have a fixed amount of everything
That was determined way before we were born
I believe we may have a certain amount of feelings
To be felt while we’re here

What if I’ve used up all my happy
You made me feel such high
You were intoxicating and dreamy
Why did you say goodbye?
Not breaking up, just a thought πŸ’­
pj
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pj  23/F
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