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Awoke by a light, bleeding through the blinds. Falling flush on my face. I don't mind, though I have for the longest time. Now the light I embrace. This is a nice little place. Turn on my mind, take a guess at the time. I guess it's a quarter past eight. Close alright, it's eight o'nine. Not too early, and too late. This is a nice little place This is a nice little place Walk around these rooms, feeling safe it's here I deal with the gloom, and find my grace This is my home for now, for now, for now.
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Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 10:53 AM UTC
Maverick Apartments
Awoke by a light, bleeding through the blinds. Falling flush on my face. I don't mind, though I have for the longest time. Now the light I embrace. This is a nice little place. Turn on my mind, take a guess at the time. I guess it's a quarter past eight. Close alright, it's eight o'nine. Not too early, and too late. This is a nice little place This is a nice little place Walk around these rooms, feeling safe it's here I deal with the gloom, and find my grace This is my home for now, for now, for now.
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Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 10:53 AM UTC
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