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i live here on the bedrock tunnel vision it’s difficult to see sometimes it’s just grey there used to be easier ways to get out before i became baggage left behind, raided and rotting a shell of what used to be there
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Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
flight 182
i live here on the bedrock tunnel vision it’s difficult to see sometimes it’s just grey there used to be easier ways to get out before i became baggage left behind, raided and rotting a shell of what used to be there
#new#mine#sad#used#baggage#bedrock#low#feels
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marksoltero
27/M/New York
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
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