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Jan 30
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I listens to white noise like l'm in an airplane, It keeps me safe. I travel through space, like bubbles in air. I switch off to airplane mode, the mode to get away to be with you.
lilpoiein
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lilpoiein  Dystopia
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   Winter Bird
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