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Santa Barbara


You are not the problem You are never the problem No matter how many times you deem you useless You are always the only person to make me feel something Actually feel something Not hatred Nor sadness But actual joy The love I feel for you is exactly what you deserve If anyone is undeserving It is me Selfish Stubborn Angry Entitled Numb Those words describe me You hold me on this golden pedestal No one else holds me to I am the girl who drives the rest away
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