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Sometimes the world seems Like it wants to Envelope In a different haze of purple Im drowning in this atmosphere Come get me Come get me Before I die Before I die I could turn this into a song But my bones are too brittle They can’t Stand to mess this up Come get me Come get me Before I die Before I die
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Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
brittle
Sometimes the world seems Like it wants to Envelope In a different haze of purple Im drowning in this atmosphere Come get me Come get me Before I die Before I die I could turn this into a song But my bones are too brittle They can’t Stand to mess this up Come get me Come get me Before I die Before I die
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s_anne
20/F/midwest
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
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