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"The Thirst was Real." Is what they said when I was close When I met him, When he pulled me in Tho it was brief and sweet Unexpected and strange I was left with regrets wrong choices and strain You should always wrap gifts Not gift opened unwrapped ones They're easier to throw away All I was left with was a touch and a picture frozen in time No chance to apologize or explain my crime I came out hearing them say "Thirsty Bitch" I haven't any regrets but one And those can only be cried over tea

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