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The ineffable satisfaction To say it's all my fault The sad joy I sense Dreaming about my vault I feel so full of thoughts I let only a few in If I'm willing to comfort others I can't appreciate me, myself, my own skin.
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
Overthought again
The ineffable satisfaction To say it's all my fault The sad joy I sense Dreaming about my vault I feel so full of thoughts I let only a few in If I'm willing to comfort others I can't appreciate me, myself, my own skin.
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
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