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it’s the darkest part of the year, should be filled with joy and love but all the lights have gone off, as my brain wanders, i search for a ... -
one of the late nights outside, trying to enjoy the last 17 minutes of summer, crickets chirping as i search across the night sky, trying to... -
they don’t care what i’ve got to say, i could scream it to the heavens and no one would pay attention, been that way since the beginning, i’...
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