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Tired of thinking of past girls, reminiscing,

now i'm wihing when back then we were kissing,

never could be missing, always communicate through text,

thank god i didn't lose control and try some sex,

cause next i would be left alone, heart breaks hittin three,

cause you don't like me the same since Italy,

are you kiddin me? my roots screwed me,

i am just a ghost, happiness passed right through me,

so what, sue me, this criminal has no agent,

eyes red and slightly closed, but i'm not asian,

fell for persuasion, expectations, and attraction,

all left me feeling barely a small fraction,

never transactions, goodbyes or apologizin,

she just breaches my ship, leaves me capsizin,

left wide eyed and shocked, cold through my veins,

the strongest people are those who stand up after pains.