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Jan 2022
He says his love just faded,
Was it ever there to start?
He uses his mouth like a gun and words as bullets hoping for damage.
She does the same blaming the empty bottle
Both forgetting what was said in the morning, While it stays with me for years.
Written by
Blake  23/FTM
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