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The morning light hurts my eyes I feel less hidden All of my insecurities poking out like the sun My nostrils hurt from the long weekend I beg you to be lonely like I am I am awaiting your call Even if you don't call I'll still wait Crawling back to you
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Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
Monday Mornings
The morning light hurts my eyes I feel less hidden All of my insecurities poking out like the sun My nostrils hurt from the long weekend I beg you to be lonely like I am I am awaiting your call Even if you don't call I'll still wait Crawling back to you
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hannah-willard
21/Gender Fluid/Bay Area
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
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