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six seventeen morning I've exhausted all the options just for this to stay. split second high noon The eyes are the first to lose their way. sorry sighs dusk The heart then loses its place in the dance. six seventeen mourning How does it feel like to never give something a chance?
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
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six seventeen morning I've exhausted all the options just for this to stay. split second high noon The eyes are the first to lose their way. sorry sighs dusk The heart then loses its place in the dance. six seventeen mourning How does it feel like to never give something a chance?
I hope it's good enough.
idiosyncrasy
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
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