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Quick thought, fate deems me to be forsaken Faith has been shaken, your love was just a ruse You love to decide when you feel for me, you pick and choose You make me feel blue, ironically that's my favourite colour I have no clue what to do about you, because there will be no other I understand that loves a mountain and you have to trek to the top But the peak is below sea level and I don't want to drown, so I think we should stop
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
Blue
Quick thought, fate deems me to be forsaken Faith has been shaken, your love was just a ruse You love to decide when you feel for me, you pick and choose You make me feel blue, ironically that's my favourite colour I have no clue what to do about you, because there will be no other I understand that loves a mountain and you have to trek to the top But the peak is below sea level and I don't want to drown, so I think we should stop
Myrrhical
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
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