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what I think what i feel is trapped into mess. in my dreams they teease me, hurt my mind. day and night, night and day the heart can't help but bleed this is not even love an illusion an addiction.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
loneliness second effects
what I think what i feel is trapped into mess. in my dreams they teease me, hurt my mind. day and night, night and day the heart can't help but bleed this is not even love an illusion an addiction.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
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