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Craving sunlight The kind thats not quite right The kind you'd fight to have But instead cuts you into two halves If my melodramatic teenage angst phase Could be more than a cliché phrase Would I paraphrase instead of ode Light candles on the streets I rode
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Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 2:20 AM UTC
I cannot write about anyone but myself
Craving sunlight The kind thats not quite right The kind you'd fight to have But instead cuts you into two halves If my melodramatic teenage angst phase Could be more than a cliché phrase Would I paraphrase instead of ode Light candles on the streets I rode
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