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6d
and so my fluttering stream of consciousness leaves me open and bare to judgment and stares

as if my actions didn’t already beat it to the chase
Sitting on the edge of my bed, can my already disturbed slumber bring me peace?
S
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S  Forest
(Forest)   
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   Wyatt and Ghost
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