twenty-four.

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𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏

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as i dance under the rain
it washes away the pain

my sister and i laugh
and i think i'm ready to move on

and when i think of how
much i loved you
and how much time i
devoted to you,
i feel stupid and i feel blue

love
is a concept
i don't even know
but there was no room
to grow

sitting here, waiting to hear
if you were alright
spending all my time
texting you at midnight

i liked you a lot
but you've left an ink blot
over my heart
and i don't want
to write about you anymore

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