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nothing feels exactly right for i rush between the days it's hard to see your future's bright when it's muddled in so many ways
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Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
past, present, future
nothing feels exactly right for i rush between the days it's hard to see your future's bright when it's muddled in so many ways
nothing feels exactly real anymore?
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Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
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