Sundays
a cliche i've always longed to fulfill
but now i wonder why i divert
my own self to write about you.
so instead, i scratch out the hurt
and replace your name with mine,
wondering when i became so willing to be replaced by someone else?
a cliche i've always longed to fulfill
but now i wonder why i divert
my own self to write about you.
so instead, i scratch out the hurt
and replace your name with mine,
wondering when i became so willing to be replaced by someone else?
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*wonders what the name is*
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