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Sep 22
I’ve been punching the air,
because you don’t care,
was it something I did?

You chipped away at my walls,
for nothing at all,
in the ruins I hid.

I let you into my home,
where I water my soul,
now you’re only in my phone.

It’s just like silly little me,
to get lost in the fantasy,
and end up alone.
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