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Aug 2020
Just drag me down
to the pit, I call home
Old sneakers and old secrets
***** socks and ***** girls

I can't help to stare at the sun
I want to know how to make shadows
Let my eyes drip out of my skull
I think I've seen enough
LB
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LB
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   Sushant
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