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it feels innate never relating I follow you up the stairs but we arrive at alternate lairs your inner child throws tantrums while mine cries in hiding places that no one's ever destined to find
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
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it feels innate never relating I follow you up the stairs but we arrive at alternate lairs your inner child throws tantrums while mine cries in hiding places that no one's ever destined to find
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
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