Hungry, salty they say obsessedI follow you everywhere I look at every photo, I follow who you are withI see the comments, I see what you likeI point out the places, I look for some proof that you are not happyMy case is serious, it is worthy of studyAnd you who leave, just at the best moment you come and leaveand here I am, broken, damaged, a little desperate
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