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Oct 12
It's autumn, and you still lie,
It's not by saying you're now someone else,
That you've changed at all.
You're taking new nicknames, and inventing new lies,
But they're all so rotten, and so familiar.
I thought you'd be the one to save me from myself,
maybe you also need help.
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𝐀𝖓𝖓𝖆  F/from the sun
(F/from the sun)   
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