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laying in bed with your sweatshirt in my hand
listening to the music that reminded me about you from my favorite band
tears spilled as I look back in our pictures
our moments keeps flooding back on my mind, I heard whispers
my emotions are covered with filters
i've been living my life full of fillers
how can it not be any sweeter?
i hate you for leaving me
but i'll always remember how you are so oh lovely.

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im alive beetches —h

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