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9h
when i was sad
i put on your playlist
now all i hear is
you
singing along
to that same ******* song
repeat

id listen
just to see you smile
now its empty
a husk
a shell of the thing i held dear

music feels distorted
out of tune
too
much

i dont want to listen

i want the world to go quiet
so i can hear
music
the same
way
i
did
before
you
im having a rough week.
The Blue Bottles
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The Blue Bottles  14/Gender Nonconforming/The void behind Oklahoma
(14/Gender Nonconforming/The void behind Oklahoma)   
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