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The park is fading, but the trees still scraping my chest, My face, my neck. Throwing up truths, I see you by my side. Once again, you clear my sky. I don't know why you still here, with my knotted mind in my hand, my heart blue and my dark steps.
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Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 4:17 PM UTC
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The park is fading, but the trees still scraping my chest, My face, my neck. Throwing up truths, I see you by my side. Once again, you clear my sky. I don't know why you still here, with my knotted mind in my hand, my heart blue and my dark steps.
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Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 4:17 PM UTC
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