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It's ironic how I found you in the dark, and lost you there too. Losing you isn't black and blue It's my hands searching for you in every dark room.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
No. 9
It's ironic how I found you in the dark, and lost you there too. Losing you isn't black and blue It's my hands searching for you in every dark room.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
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