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supporting the economy
my worth is always fluctuating
you talk to me like I'm worth nothing
but when it's past nine pm I'm priceless
I can't tell if I'm a commodity
you told me you liked me out of the blue
it was almost out of impulse
like that pretty journal, you bought but never used
both are just things that are nice to have around
you didn't need to do that
you had plenty of things at home stuffed in yo...
Thursday 14th March 2024 1:23 pm
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