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Dec 2020
nothing feels exactly right
for i rush between the days

it's hard to see your future's bright
when it's muddled in so many ways
nothing feels exactly real anymore?
Written by
lex  17/FL
     Vanshika, kathryntheperson, Palpebra, B and SCHEDAR
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