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Numb loathing cannot portray all the words I could say, I may shake but my insides rage. Here comes my sun, to me, you're no one I'll be alright, I'll sleep tonight, You're childish, disgusting placing empty words where "sorry" should be, Sorry I spat you out, I just detest sour coffee. Watch me set your words on fire, Watch me pull out the card that'll end this game, watch me wash my hands clean of you, watch me forget your name. - Crimsyy
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC
Sour Coffee
Numb loathing cannot portray all the words I could say, I may shake but my insides rage. Here comes my sun, to me, you're no one I'll be alright, I'll sleep tonight, You're childish, disgusting placing empty words where "sorry" should be, Sorry I spat you out, I just detest sour coffee. Watch me set your words on fire, Watch me pull out the card that'll end this game, watch me wash my hands clean of you, watch me forget your name. - Crimsyy
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC
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