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Sep 2017
How many times I've rode down this road on a stolen bicycle...
I know it sounds ****** up but I did what I had to,
and I'm tired and I'm cold
and maybe been broken.
Oh, Archer, oh.
Oh, golden sun,
your forgiving light,
it's warm

and I am cold.
Jade Mikaila
Written by
Jade Mikaila  Cascadia
(Cascadia)   
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