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Jul 2023
I saved my day
by sorting through and throwing away
I saved the bottle of rosé
I chose again
a story dipped in red
they all come from my head
I stole the look
It was the only thing I took
I chose the movie over the book

And I don't even want it
I don't even hear the things she says
I don't want to go down on her
I don't wanna tell her its the end
I can't really do things for her
I can only be a friend
I don't want to go down on her
I don't wanna tell her its the end
Written by
kirra  22/F/barcelona
(22/F/barcelona)   
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