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i don't think anyone likes to be alone empty promises of after, after, after after this is all done after the world stops falling apart after the bodies are set on fire one lonely mourner per funeral i mourn for the time we lose the year of sitting the year of watching and waiting and nothing we are on pause while the world keeps turning and it hurts it hurts it hurts.
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Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC
aching loneliness.
i don't think anyone likes to be alone empty promises of after, after, after after this is all done after the world stops falling apart after the bodies are set on fire one lonely mourner per funeral i mourn for the time we lose the year of sitting the year of watching and waiting and nothing we are on pause while the world keeps turning and it hurts it hurts it hurts.
mythicace
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Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC
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