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It's always weird coming home To no one, Knowing I did this To myself. It hurts, Hurts. It makes me feel like It's time, It always feels likes It's time. I hate it but, It keeps me feeling, At least. Maybe it is time. Maybe it was a while ago.
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
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It's always weird coming home To no one, Knowing I did this To myself. It hurts, Hurts. It makes me feel like It's time, It always feels likes It's time. I hate it but, It keeps me feeling, At least. Maybe it is time. Maybe it was a while ago.
rantipoleghost
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
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