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Think of Me, Think of Me Fondly
the sea has pulled me down too deep the chances of buoying are slim to none so i might as well drink in the high tide and feel the water flood my throat you've tethered me to an anchor and thrown me off the side of the boat and when i wash up on the shore they'll recognise the culprit because this is the fate of any girl who lays her eyes upon you
love me, abby
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