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Mar 2021
I get lonely, I forget my worth
I get lonely, I pretend it could be worse
I get lonely, I burn me to keep you warm
I get lonely, I hate that you are truly happy
Oka
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Oka  25/M/Melbourne
(25/M/Melbourne)   
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