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Feb 12
i dont really write anymore
just get stuck in old memories and songs
sneak cigarettes out on the back porch
and sometimes my body bleeds
like it did before
when youve done things thousands of times
youre immune to deja vu
it becomes something different
something tasteless and numb
and at sixteen ive realized my life will only ever be cycles
completely out of my control
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nat  a basement
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