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Twisting these papers, tearing my heart, Lighting this blunt where healing should start. I’m high but I’m low, both lost and found, Chasing a silence that makes too much sound
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Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 9:48 PM UTC
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Twisting these papers, tearing my heart, Lighting this blunt where healing should start. I’m high but I’m low, both lost and found, Chasing a silence that makes too much sound
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15/F/in another life
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 9:48 PM UTC
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