Crying in the Minimart

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I saw something in the future
It's something about your existence
So clear that I could recall your smell
That one good perfume you always used

Crying in the minimart again
With packs of noodles in my hands
You disappoint me to the rates
Where you fall under the line

Gave me hope gave me warmth
But never give me the thing that I needed
The one that you always gave to everyone
This is not the love story that everyone promised

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