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it could be raining
storming
a perfect mess
the world in distress
a hole in your pocket
a rip in my dress
doesn't bother us
we have a safe haven in the chaos
i thought i was a broken toy
collecting dust on a shelf
while i taught you how to kiss
you taught me how to love myself

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