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Aug 2017
i wanted to be special
i wanted to be art

you wanted to be great
you wanted to be known

she wanted to be wild
she wanted to be changed

he wanted to be grand
he wanted to be inspiring

we were all wanting something
and in the end, that is what clipped our wings
ultimately, we were no longer wanting anything
except an end
//i honestly have nothing to say i'm tired but i like this aesthetic\\
ICN
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ICN  F/NY
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