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Peace is the boredom I take for granted I let hours pass through a blank wall while whispers of guilt dance in my mind I'm not asking for more time I'm asking for something to do Because in the midst of vacancy It still isn't enough
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
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Peace is the boredom I take for granted I let hours pass through a blank wall while whispers of guilt dance in my mind I'm not asking for more time I'm asking for something to do Because in the midst of vacancy It still isn't enough
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
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