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These nights, As I’m listening as people bleed themselves into their art I wish I could do the same.. These nights, As I long for something I cannot decipher I wish I knew what it meant.. These nights, So pure so unadulterated I wish it would last forever.
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
Nights I long
These nights, As I’m listening as people bleed themselves into their art I wish I could do the same.. These nights, As I long for something I cannot decipher I wish I knew what it meant.. These nights, So pure so unadulterated I wish it would last forever.
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
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