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97th day and you called ******* the marrow off my bones again Your voice was hoarse I recalled Faded like your back as you moved and I stood Stationary cause I know no step forward could Make you look back and so I stood Stationary like the sadness that eats me whole Forgot to do the laundry again Or maybe i didn't There are traces of you on them Is it wrong if I leave them there Stationary with the scent of your cologne But I don't wanna leave them there Stationary with the rotten smell of another No, you can't just come back You don't have the keys anymore Or maybe you can Should I lend them to you Go away, no, stay I don't know, just go What am I to you What am I to you I'm sorry I look **** I haven't been sleeping really Please say I still look pretty Are you here to apologize I guess you should I'm a mess, I'm sorry.
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
Stationary
97th day and you called ******* the marrow off my bones again Your voice was hoarse I recalled Faded like your back as you moved and I stood Stationary cause I know no step forward could Make you look back and so I stood Stationary like the sadness that eats me whole Forgot to do the laundry again Or maybe i didn't There are traces of you on them Is it wrong if I leave them there Stationary with the scent of your cologne But I don't wanna leave them there Stationary with the rotten smell of another No, you can't just come back You don't have the keys anymore Or maybe you can Should I lend them to you Go away, no, stay I don't know, just go What am I to you What am I to you I'm sorry I look **** I haven't been sleeping really Please say I still look pretty Are you here to apologize I guess you should I'm a mess, I'm sorry.
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
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