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22; i'm 22, still don't know what to do. Roaming around in my mind, chasing dreams that aren't mine. Lost in circus - lost in perfection, something's turning; changing my reflection. Smile mirror, smile dance with luck for a while. Down the drain it goes, dripping failure flows from the eyes to the toes.
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
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22; i'm 22, still don't know what to do. Roaming around in my mind, chasing dreams that aren't mine. Lost in circus - lost in perfection, something's turning; changing my reflection. Smile mirror, smile dance with luck for a while. Down the drain it goes, dripping failure flows from the eyes to the toes.
silverflame
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
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