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Under his spell

  • Poet
  • Feb 25
  • 1 min read

Got all my friends who won’t talk to me under your spell

Think you got me trapped in a dungeon

But you forget I’m smarter than you

I got out of the asylum while I still could

Trying to find the molar mass of the gafs I give

I don’t think you ever loved me

You loved the high of obsessing over hurting me

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