I stopped thinking of you
One minute now two maybe three
Seems like an eternity
Vowed to get you out of my mind
Vexed can’t do anything of the kind
Invariably weak no sign of a spine
I stopped thinking of you
One minute now two maybe three
Seems like an eternity
Vowed to get you out of my mind
Vexed can’t do anything of the kind
Invariably weak no sign of a spine
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Haha, this short, sweet little piece is great. It was a charm to read and I can relate!
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