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I'm staring up at the ceiling again Thinking of ways I could fix myself Permanent removal from a temporary life. Coincidentally, I saw your eyes before I last blinked mine Let's be honest, I was willing to go If it meant you'd look at me the same.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
2:17 AM
I'm staring up at the ceiling again Thinking of ways I could fix myself Permanent removal from a temporary life. Coincidentally, I saw your eyes before I last blinked mine Let's be honest, I was willing to go If it meant you'd look at me the same.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
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