I don’t want to drown in the ocean of us anymore Too many shark bites from your friends Eroticization of abandonment no more I survived a trauma bond with a ghost of a man My love language is the Flor
Cat and mouse game you and I Which one of us will Falling for your little trap You’ve moved on But you still hit me up when you hate yourself Years of this game Pretending to be enemies to protect fro
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