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Introspective

  • Writer: Week Night Wine Drunk
    Week Night Wine Drunk
  • Mar 13, 2023
  • 1 min read

You're introspective and different 

He said with a jest 

And leaving things unsaid

Is most probably best

But when the things unsaid

Weigh heavy on my chest

Introspective and different 

Becomes hard to digest

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