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Apr 25
Who knew this would be 22?

2 haunted by the past 2 look forward
They told me I just needed some more,
But I disagree

I sprained my ankle in forest;
I saw the fallen trees
Running from the shadows
'Til I found out they were me

I'm never free.

I'm never me.
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