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Jan 2015
i'm stuck between needing rest and never being able to sleep, and i scan the ceiling for some kind of answer from you but you aren't here and you can't help me and i hope that somewhere between the sips of beer or the air of cigarettes you ask yourself what you're doing and find an answer because i don't think i'll find one anytime soon
the existential romanticist
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