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gaslit, bad trip told my reality wasn’t happening the present, in the moment my cover is rupturing for years i let your words cut me down for years i let the shame run down my bleeding face, kept up a violent pace for who, for what, and why for me, for you, why do I try can never be right, stuck in wrong can never be white, soaking in swan songs
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Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 10:54 AM UTC
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gaslit, bad trip told my reality wasn’t happening the present, in the moment my cover is rupturing for years i let your words cut me down for years i let the shame run down my bleeding face, kept up a violent pace for who, for what, and why for me, for you, why do I try can never be right, stuck in wrong can never be white, soaking in swan songs
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Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 10:54 AM UTC
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