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Sick of platitudes, emotional contusions, and little white lies. I’m tired of the ghost; this minefield of keywords and it’s all just a game. I’ve never had a birthday party and now I’m too old for magic Light candles for me, put a girl inside my cake. Sing a song for me. It’s just a party. I’m just another sad boy. Just another night.
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
"Party Party."
Sick of platitudes, emotional contusions, and little white lies. I’m tired of the ghost; this minefield of keywords and it’s all just a game. I’ve never had a birthday party and now I’m too old for magic Light candles for me, put a girl inside my cake. Sing a song for me. It’s just a party. I’m just another sad boy. Just another night.
austin-heath
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
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