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Sep 2014
forbidden lovers is what we were
"i miss you" he said in a drunken slur
he's no good for me,
i'd tell myself repeatedly.
but of course, i didn't listen
weeks passed and we slowly drifted.
i've forgotten the way you say my name
all these insecurities and you're the blame.
Written by
Molly
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