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1d
Sometimes the world seems
Like it wants to
Envelope
In a different haze of purple
Im drowning in this atmosphere
Come get me
Come get me
Before I die
Before I die

I could turn this into a song
But my bones are too brittle
They can’t
Stand to mess this up
Come get me
Come get me
Before I die
Before I die
Written by
s anne  18/F/midwest
(18/F/midwest)   
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