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1d
And I was used to it
The unsteady moods and sudden attacks
I'd mold myself into someone who couldn't be hurt
Stopped trying to fix your errors by addressing them first
I'd just never expected to be needing that back
Good I kept all my baggage and never unpacked
Níla
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