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Well


Here we are again

I thought I said last time was the last time 

But I must have not heard myself correctly 

You know just what to say 

To get me back again 

And I love to hate you for it

But I sure do hate to love you

This cycle is constantly on repeat 

And I’m starting to think it’s my favorite hobby

At the same time I don’t enjoy this game

You’re a far cry from my fairytale ending

But you are exactly what I think I deserve 

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Gazeya
fairy tales? I was looking for gazelles. If you know, you tell me, I collect

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