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fuck the wind and how it whispers your name

fucking love notes all the same.

I dont want your scent to drive me crazy

I dont want my senses all hazy

you're no damn good for me

fuck the memories and how I wish for you again

fucking not worth all the pain

I dont want you to keep trying to  save me

I dont want to dream about you  but

i dont want you to disapear.

I Know.

I wish it was fucking different too.