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Oct 2020
At some point
Everything stops

I wanna be at a new level
I’m tired of this compulsiveness

Need to stop reading into this
Need to focus on baby girl
I gotta make a life or two when I get back

Listen, I’m gonna go back to me
I’m gonna peel back your skin
Let it rest in the sun to bake

I’ll let you continue on
Thinking you got the life here

I’ve got a little love left to give
It’s too late now

Pick up the pieces of your skin
Try putting them back together
It’ll never be the same
Valbona
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Valbona  F/Chicago
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