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empty shell filled with butterflies, beautiful liar; the mysterious whisper just where you almost couldn't hear hot air fills my lungs, scream softly "I'm just tired."
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Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 9:23 AM UTC
Can't Handle the Truth
empty shell filled with butterflies, beautiful liar; the mysterious whisper just where you almost couldn't hear hot air fills my lungs, scream softly "I'm just tired."
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31/A/USA
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 9:23 AM UTC
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