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Dec 2020
not a day goes by without you on my mind,
and how I wish that wasn’t true.
I try to convince you to roam somewhere else,
but you never had a taste for anything new.

so I hide the key under the mat near the door;
knowing you'll let yourself through.
and every single time, I regret it,
but you never seem to have a clue.

yet even if you won't admit it,
I know I'm in your head, too,
because she looks a lot like me,
and I never want anything like you.
Written by
Savannah  F/USA
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