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the burning tip of your half-smoked cigarette is the light at the end of my dark tunnel
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
looking for salvation in the secular age
the burning tip of your half-smoked cigarette is the light at the end of my dark tunnel
// i found love where it wasn't supposed to be: right in front of me //
blindsight
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
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