i'm done. a sample.
you creep into my head when instead you should be to dead to me because ahead of me lies a future, a heart-mending suture, without you as the thread.
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the tick tock's finally stopped.
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fool me once, shame on you.
and twice? yeah, that's you, tool.
i mean, too.
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the tick tock's finally stopped.
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fool me once, shame on you.
and twice? yeah, that's you, tool.
i mean, too.
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