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I wish I wish we were farmers, I wish we knew how, to grow sweet potatoes and milk cows
I wish we were lovers, but its for the best
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Who were you after you were mine?
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No, this is how it works. You peer inside yourself. You take the things you like and try to love the things you took. And then you take that love you made and stick it into someone else’s heart, pumping someone else’s blood. And walking arm and arm, you hope it don’t get harmed. But even if it does, you’ll just do it all again.
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