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He's gotten used to my crying Folds my gloves Entertains my hand Nothing to offer but a fading persona White emblems to remind me I'll lose my right to be alone Every day worn down by the next Pushing pushing What will I set aside?
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
Breathe but that's my air
He's gotten used to my crying Folds my gloves Entertains my hand Nothing to offer but a fading persona White emblems to remind me I'll lose my right to be alone Every day worn down by the next Pushing pushing What will I set aside?
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
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