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Apr 2021
I dont recognize myself anymore.
Used to be someone on the go
Used to be someone fond of time's haze
Its insincere flow
Used to be someone eager to leave
Eager to go.
Kinda afraid of what'll follow when you leave.
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Escape
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   Jace and Imran Islam
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