Saturday is cold, the the moon is no longer full, the trees are no longer dry, and then you are no longer present to me, your voice is no longer heard in my ears, and your face is no longer visual to me. You bitch you owe me, you owe me big, you owe me feelings, you owe, money! I am no longer inactive to you, I am no longer meaningful to you, I am
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