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my playlist contains nothing but songs that were written to me with lyrics telling stories from my life.

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today, i washed my hair

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should i maybe sometime introduce myself? or should i remain sort of anonymous?

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did i get my swagga back?

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and every time i see you, you just walk away

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i'll leave it behind and i'll restart my life

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i keep waking up before the alarm tells me to, but not in that stressed "god-i'm-late"-way, that i'm so used to.

i've even cleaned my place

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i wanted revenge,
so, so did he

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i bet i was sort of right, because it's getting harder to find my words and usually i'm full with them.

i even stopped biting my nails

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i've been to a party so i past out on the patio,
outside of your back door. and i've been here before,
12 times.