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May 2021
How did we get here
How do we grow from there
I used to love the burn
Underneath those blinding lights
There you are crying
But not for me, not now.
I always wanted to know
If we were the cosmic joke
There's this hole
That we will never fill.
There's this hate
That we will always know
How did we get here
How do we grow from there
You're a part of me
It's my turn to be the phantom..
Greyisntwell
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Greyisntwell  31/M
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   Thomas W Case
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