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Nothing and everything will be the same As in A that side of the bed No longer satisfied on my own Clothes Discolored and fuzzy in the drawer But that's ok The final part clicked A clock found its tick Tiny hairs on the bathroom sink The concoction of smells You Make me want to drink In The moment you walk into a room and I realize I'm both the luckiest and the stupidest Girl For letting myself love you this much
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
Since you
Nothing and everything will be the same As in A that side of the bed No longer satisfied on my own Clothes Discolored and fuzzy in the drawer But that's ok The final part clicked A clock found its tick Tiny hairs on the bathroom sink The concoction of smells You Make me want to drink In The moment you walk into a room and I realize I'm both the luckiest and the stupidest Girl For letting myself love you this much
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
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