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Oct 2014
It felt like the same 4.00 A.M as it was yesterday when he called it's just today phone calls are the last ones you will get from him and his voice will echo until you breathe your last breath
Based on someone's tragic memory of losing his friend in a car crash
Neon lights
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Neon lights
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