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You act like it's okayWhen you knew me
In every way.
We weren't dating
But what we had was intamate.
Every angry word you said
Felt like a serious hit.
I miss you.
I hate remembering but how do I forget?
Is this my price
For that stupid blade that I let myself be Bit?
You know me more that anyone
Like Willow and guy.
But the only other way for me to feel that
Is if I am Messed up and High.
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