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why sleep when i can wander the streets after dusk on my own I follow my demons to a door that leads nowhere silent and alone because nobody else seems to care if i will be there so for now I'll slip away at dusk and wait for a phone call that will never come
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
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why sleep when i can wander the streets after dusk on my own I follow my demons to a door that leads nowhere silent and alone because nobody else seems to care if i will be there so for now I'll slip away at dusk and wait for a phone call that will never come
emma-e-jones
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
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