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Jun 19
sometimes
i
dont feel
like
hiding
at
all

sometimes
i
like medi
tating
but
i
still
fall

back into bliss,
back into eclipse,
something in the air
puts me down

i get surround
when i get around
apocalypse is here
this is how it feels

empty
something
bad days
good nights
empty
and tight
bored days
good nights

sometimes
sometimes
bad days
good night
sometime
sometime
bad day
good night
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