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You didn't see me, yesterday at the mall, outside American Eagle, perched over my phone, praying to God that tomorrow's flame-filled tornados and neon Nuclear nightmares didn't strike like lotto tickets after 20 years salary wasted after 20 years wasted in front of the bottom of cups and the ends of wet joints - No, something about today's different - it's always darkest before the dawn and it's always coldest before the crack, sometimes I feel like letting go of you and never looking back - I know You must've figured the same maybe I'm too wracked with disdain -
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
Mimosas at Midnight
You didn't see me, yesterday at the mall, outside American Eagle, perched over my phone, praying to God that tomorrow's flame-filled tornados and neon Nuclear nightmares didn't strike like lotto tickets after 20 years salary wasted after 20 years wasted in front of the bottom of cups and the ends of wet joints - No, something about today's different - it's always darkest before the dawn and it's always coldest before the crack, sometimes I feel like letting go of you and never looking back - I know You must've figured the same maybe I'm too wracked with disdain -
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
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