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Sep 2015
It's strange how this scent doesn't smell like comfort anymore
It only smells like things that don't exist anymore
All the things we let slip away without even watching them go
It's strange how this scent is only a reminder anymore
A reminder of how it's not easy anymore
Because the satisfaction of simplicity wore off before we could appreciate it


It's strange how this scent doesn't smell like comfort anymore
It only smells like the realization that you can't say I'm wrong
scatterbrained
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scatterbrained  24/F/somewhere around here
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   Jerrica, NV and Bryana Twice
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