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Jan 2021
Baby, we don't talk anymore

I know you're in a town full of rubber plans

It wears you out to think of me

                                                       to remember us...

I hope you'll forgive me one day

You'll let go of your rubber thoughts and I'll let go of mine

We can pretend to be happy again

I can pretend you still care

I still care
Radiohead gives me ideas
Naomi
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Naomi  20/F
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