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Aug 2018
There is a place where
I go to clear my conscience
But I can not stay.
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The winds will blow new
But the sky remains the same
Time and time again.
insomniatrical
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insomniatrical  22/@ ur mom's rn
(22/@ ur mom's rn)   
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