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Dec 2021
I said you didn’t have to
My mind was saying stop
I moved your hand
My mind was saying stop
I said we were in public
My mind was saying stop
I moved away from you
My mind was saying stop
My mind told me to think of something
Think of anything
This isn’t real
This isn’t happening
You’re ok
This isn’t real
This isn’t happening
You’ll be ok
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