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Go Fuck Yourself
I don't want your head in my lap
With my fingers running through your hair
I don't want to feel my heart fluttering in my chest
When you lean in to kiss me
I don't want to feel my laughter in my ribs
So that I can barely eat my food
I don't want the play fighting
I don't want you to tell me you miss me
I don't want you
No.
No.
No.
Oh god, no.
With my fingers running through your hair
I don't want to feel my heart fluttering in my chest
When you lean in to kiss me
I don't want to feel my laughter in my ribs
So that I can barely eat my food
I don't want the play fighting
I don't want you to tell me you miss me
I don't want you
No.
No.
No.
Oh god, no.
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