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Slutty Grief

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No matter how many guys i flirt with,
talk to, or kiss
you are always there
in the back of my mind.

I keep seeing your chocolate eyes,
instead of the hazel ones I'm flirting with.
I see your lips,
rather than the ones I'm kissing.
I see you
no matter who I'm with.

It's always you
no matter who I convince myself I like-
I love you.

You're in my head,
and I can't do anything about it.
You're under my skin
no matter how many times I deny it.

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