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Nov 2022
i preached of you like they were my last words,
or as if you were my favourite book,
or a movie i watched a million times and swore up and down was good,
to friends who weren't a fan of the same genre.
i preached of my faith in you,
and although these words fell upon deaf ears, i preached still.
because you have been safety.
and i picked you apart,
and my mother hears so much about you,
and at this point she has got to be sick of it,
but i continue.
i continue.
i bet.
i bet that i
am just your secret.
and that's okay,
sometimes i just wonder why.
Written by
mae  19/F/on your mind <3
(19/F/on your mind <3)   
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