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Apr 4
fuzzy
silly
subtle numb,
a punch or ****
the same.
locked in on a face
but
on the side they call
your name!
look in that way and see a
group you've never
seen before,
but not a care, you
start your lonesome trek across the
floor.
some shoulder shakes
and footwork
you approach them in
your stride,
and now new faces
fill the yearbook
you keep deep inside
fr just waiting on the oven to preheat before i throw cookies in that thanggg
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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb  22/fatigue
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