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Jun 2010
I woke up in his bed yet again
Stumbled through the mess of clothes and ***** dishes on the floor
Trying to find my outfit from the night before

I darted out the door
Down the stairs and into my room
My head throbbing like some impending doom

And what does it mean
We're only just friends?
Waking in your bed daily
Seems more than just friendly

If that’s all it is, all my friends really owe me
Written by
Lauren Michelle
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