The days pass by with a certain laze,
And we spend the nights,
Away
in a haze.
No love, no anger,
emotions left
packed
well away
collecting dust
on the hanger.
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i love being a cliché
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I like it the way it is. =) Revise if you must
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haha thank you. i think that revision thing must've come up by default. i don't revise stuff, i just leave it terrible haha.
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