xxv by Myka

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Oct 2022

xxv

I wish I could think of a formula
that could tell me exactly how you feel.
Because I'm stuck in an infinite loop
of you tugging at my heartstrings
and then feeling ignored the next minute.

Written by

Myka F/Nowhere

(F/Nowhere)

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