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I've spent so much time in my own head I'm not sure if I know how to leave anymore Sometimes I look out the windows and think about the things that could be Then I turn away and go back to where it's warm and comfortable. Recently, i cracked the window a little; the breeze is nice.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
just thinkin' of things
I've spent so much time in my own head I'm not sure if I know how to leave anymore Sometimes I look out the windows and think about the things that could be Then I turn away and go back to where it's warm and comfortable. Recently, i cracked the window a little; the breeze is nice.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
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