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the sky may be grey and my soul may be dark but that doesn't make it okay the angels you whispered to inside my heart wouldn't have it any other way your method was profound an intricate art there's not that much more left to say and now that we're done now we can start to throw it all away and then when we're done it's already begun we'll do it all over again the same game the same
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
the game
the sky may be grey and my soul may be dark but that doesn't make it okay the angels you whispered to inside my heart wouldn't have it any other way your method was profound an intricate art there's not that much more left to say and now that we're done now we can start to throw it all away and then when we're done it's already begun we'll do it all over again the same game the same
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
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