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Jan 23
I spend the time wasting it
It goes faster when I'm distracted and by getting distracted
I mean getting wasted.

Wasting it in fictional characters I can pretend to care about more the non. Not that I know the difference
Falling in love with words of bold.

I'm wasted without drinking
Dreaming, thinking, writing of the soon to be girlfriend in my phone who sleeps away my days.

We're wasting time by wasting time
Wishing the other wasn't wasting dates, wasting away
Until my arm's around your waist.
Abby
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Abby  23/Non-binary/United Kingdom
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