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Oct 28
My bubble is rather small
It's sort of a miracle
That we met at all
And I played a little dumb
While secretly wishing
For a home under your thumb
It was never meant to last
Our final day together
Came and passed
But you came back for me
And I turned my world upside down
But I guess I wasn't ready

And now you won't find me again

Because my bubble is rather small
And it's sort of a miracle
That we had met at all
Written by
Someotheraliasfornow  29/F/Philadelphia
(29/F/Philadelphia)   
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