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maybe that's why i come home rarely what's the point of being at home, when you don't feel like it is anyway. God knows, i love them still. maybe that's why every word that they spat hurts like a million gunshot. God knows, i still love them still.
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 8:22 PM UTC
tadaima
maybe that's why i come home rarely what's the point of being at home, when you don't feel like it is anyway. God knows, i love them still. maybe that's why every word that they spat hurts like a million gunshot. God knows, i still love them still.
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 8:22 PM UTC
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