It’s a peculiar loneliness,Spreading likeAn unwelcomed guest.And I ride my bike,As I try to digestHow is it possible, that he loved me lessThan I …
Unwelcomed guest.
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Thank you so much for sharing! 💗
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It’s a good one! They are all good ones!
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