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He don’t want love,
He wants the ache.
The kind that smiles
Then lets him break.
She’s no good
He knows it too.
But broken feels right
When healing feels new.
He wants the ache.
The kind that smiles
Then lets him break.
She’s no good
He knows it too.
But broken feels right
When healing feels new.
Written by
Jack Moore
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