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I called your number about a few minutes ago, and I left you a voicemail you'll never hear Spoken words that'll never reach your ears Listening to them wont change a thing so I said things I'll feel about you for awhile even though you won't care My voice sounded weak, I was sitting on the ledge of trying to forget Even though I'll never let myself go from that ledge, I'd sure want to But these days, I can't even if I tried Even if I suffered from a condition of forgetting things, I wouldn't be able to Unsureness really gets to me I admit Its 4:00 pm, and I have nothing much to say today. sorry.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
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I called your number about a few minutes ago, and I left you a voicemail you'll never hear Spoken words that'll never reach your ears Listening to them wont change a thing so I said things I'll feel about you for awhile even though you won't care My voice sounded weak, I was sitting on the ledge of trying to forget Even though I'll never let myself go from that ledge, I'd sure want to But these days, I can't even if I tried Even if I suffered from a condition of forgetting things, I wouldn't be able to Unsureness really gets to me I admit Its 4:00 pm, and I have nothing much to say today. sorry.
david-bojay
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
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