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Jun 25
I was more yours in every breath
And you were mine even less
I gave you up because I am no one to beg
You thought you could string along someone with this high of a head, this warm of a touch
And this love for one’s self
I think you underestimated how much I adored myself
EBTI
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EBTI  Riyadh
(Riyadh)   
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