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Jun 2017
theres nights where i can't feel you,
no matter the rhythm i breathe.
and some nights i can't shake you,
no matter what demons i feed.

i can't escape the feelings
of torture from the past.
and i'm running towards tomorrow,
but i'm gripping my hand-held flask.
aryanalynae
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aryanalynae  27/F/washington state
(27/F/washington state)   
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