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Chumped
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Dear Emily Dickinson
Do you find me beautiful? Do you still want me around? It's hard to read your thoughts When I fall asleep next to myself. You gave me Emily, I gave you movie screens. Asked you to marry me. I wasn't thinking clearly.
I'm not a martyr. I'm not a saint. I never said that I was perfect, Never said you were to blame.
I wrote you poetry About the way we kissed. I guess it's been a while. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I just write grocery lists. Can you please get these things On your way from work? I wanna cook us dinner And make love afterward.
I'm not a martyr. I'm not a saint. I never said that I was perfect, Never said you were to blame.
'When that which is. And that which was. Apart, intrinsic, stand' I'm still loving you the same.
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