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it’s only eight, and everything has faded. it’s only eight, and you’re not in my arms. it’s only eight, eight minutes past my bedtime. it’s eight, i’m awake, stars twinkle, a bright sprinkle, it’s only eight, oh, dreams? i’ll dream alone.
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
only eight
it’s only eight, and everything has faded. it’s only eight, and you’re not in my arms. it’s only eight, eight minutes past my bedtime. it’s eight, i’m awake, stars twinkle, a bright sprinkle, it’s only eight, oh, dreams? i’ll dream alone.
#dreams#sleep#alone#sad#eight
anawkwardintruder
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anawkwardintruder
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
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