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your lips are bleeding somehow the attraction persists a dream awoken and the realization only makes the sunrise that much louder exhausted like a different direction and the destruction was intentional starting the next part one round in the chamber coming and relapsing into it all like a year ago nothing is a song i am pretending to walk in circles not taking to you calling out no echo it's all fabrication the lost distance in your eyes this is all textbook insecurity a shared life experience it's still hard to hear your shadow it's unsupportive and I'll remember the final seconds and meaning is not important
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Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
Nothing Is A Song
your lips are bleeding somehow the attraction persists a dream awoken and the realization only makes the sunrise that much louder exhausted like a different direction and the destruction was intentional starting the next part one round in the chamber coming and relapsing into it all like a year ago nothing is a song i am pretending to walk in circles not taking to you calling out no echo it's all fabrication the lost distance in your eyes this is all textbook insecurity a shared life experience it's still hard to hear your shadow it's unsupportive and I'll remember the final seconds and meaning is not important
mauricio
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Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
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