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after party

there's no one here but me, bottles all around, the music's faded it's a melancholy sound

party streamers on the floor, the room drenched in drugs and sadness

it's hazy and in reality, you aren't glad this...

EVER happened

at first, it all seemed funĀ and you were happy at the time

now they're disappointed, now you want more, now you're back down the mountain you took so long to climb

🌷(3)

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◄ What it does

sobering up ►

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