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Jul 2021
you know, if I made my favorite people into a house, you'd still be my favorite room
sky blue, as I shatter like a glass falling down, I only watch you
it's true, everyday I tend to overthink and get lost in my blues
but not with you: you erase any fault and proof
that I'm not being who I should, that I'm just a daydreaming fool
imber
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imber  19/Agender
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