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Eyes wandering awake Laying still; at 3.55 am. Blue lights flow into my room, like pouring wildflowers into warm milk! Soft and sweet ...my thoughts are! Music comes and connects with me, like the micro dust sleeping on my windowsill. Alleviates, all that I've been enduring! Leaving no space at all... Ambiance cradles me tightly, with sleepy eyes till' morning comes But... It turns 5.22 am And... It hits me... Leaving a chill to crawl inside my spine, and my hands to grow restless! It hits me... hard That all of these songs... They are about you.... How you scared me then.... And I don't think I'll ever be the same . ... So I simply, Turned up the volume... ...
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
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Eyes wandering awake Laying still; at 3.55 am. Blue lights flow into my room, like pouring wildflowers into warm milk! Soft and sweet ...my thoughts are! Music comes and connects with me, like the micro dust sleeping on my windowsill. Alleviates, all that I've been enduring! Leaving no space at all... Ambiance cradles me tightly, with sleepy eyes till' morning comes But... It turns 5.22 am And... It hits me... Leaving a chill to crawl inside my spine, and my hands to grow restless! It hits me... hard That all of these songs... They are about you.... How you scared me then.... And I don't think I'll ever be the same . ... So I simply, Turned up the volume... ...
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24/F/Uk
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
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