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Jul 2023
Lying in a bed of needles
Just you and me and our bed sheets
Lying in our friendship circle
It's lonely in our circle holdout.
The only way to breathe; is get out
When you're here with me there's no sound.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
(30/M/lancashire)   
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