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Dim lights
That's not ours
Wearing long shorts
It hasn't been hours

Lying in bed
Haven't been this bad
Drinks are red
Haven't felt this mad

Feelin yellow
To the one cries below
Never thought though
Their consent is you

Laughter's night
Demons fight
Thinking that was right
What a disgusting sight

Nothing happened
Just them being a dickhead
Smiling like an idiot
Self felt pity it

Hands are locked
Rub it as if you fuck
Begging for any luck
Step on with an intoxicated

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