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Mar 2021
sometimes you're in my brain
can't say I don't remember
I still have the bitter taste
wonder if you remember my teary eyes
and weak fingers

I hate everyone who still talks about you
like you're some old friend

I wish I could **** you
it'd really give me a good rest
eileen
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