Aug 2020
it's well lit here on a superfical level
But it's dark inside
I can't see whats in front of me
Or what's lurking in the shadows
Pretend to be asleep
The mourning is almost here
But it's dark inside
I can't see whats in front of me
Or what's lurking in the shadows
Pretend to be asleep
The mourning is almost here
(29/M/Socal)
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