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it wasn't black nor white it was a set of spinning colors and dancing lights that became my escape and for the first time i had control over my own peace.
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May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 5:45 AM UTC
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it wasn't black nor white it was a set of spinning colors and dancing lights that became my escape and for the first time i had control over my own peace.
drunken nights
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May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 5:45 AM UTC
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