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I can’t let you go.
I refuse to give you up.

I am free. There is no one thing -particulars?

I don’t confess

I like this; I dont like that. -See

the bottom of the ocean travels way down -deep

and this love of ours won’t bless my sleep

because i live my life

the way i want

your done -taking me over.

I can’t let you go.
I refuse to give you up.

I. Am. Not.

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    1. ๐Ÿ˜‚no worries B. ๐Ÿ•Š just odd thoughts going through my head. Sometimes you feel your speech is gurgling nonsense and no one is hearing you right. Dreamy girl falling down a tunnel with no end in sight… Jโœ๏ธ

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      1. Our thoughts are neighbors… for some reason mine always twist too and I struggle to understand them myself… ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

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