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Mirrormy hands are confined in a loose bracelet like tape, supressing my hands and my feet together / my m
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Mar 28, 2019
UnderheardI was born in the past and now I am molded by it / I am a loner with no rest / A rest with no sound
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Nov 14, 2018
A dreamI looked up into the sky, only to realize how my head was just so high / High into the starlit night
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Sep 28, 2018
My Runny NoseMy nose is runny / God knows which illness it’s from / My head is hurting / I don’t know how it’s st
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Sep 5, 2018
Self Sabotaging OurselvesI know how much you hate / I know how much you want to say / That I stopped loving you and we could
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Sep 1, 2018
my 4 yearsLove and happiness in the air, / what blew in the wind was my hair. / When you looked into my eye, /
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Aug 31, 2018
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