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The bed is bigger, The park is quieter, The drives are longer, The thoughts are louder. Nothing shines as bright, Nothing ends this fight. I will make it through, Because I have to.
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Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 12:02 AM UTC
Unfair
The bed is bigger, The park is quieter, The drives are longer, The thoughts are louder. Nothing shines as bright, Nothing ends this fight. I will make it through, Because I have to.
Ithaca
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22/M/Lost
Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 12:02 AM UTC
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