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A lost soul Drifting through this place, searching for a warm door One that will let her in, to fit in, to lay in tries its hardest to figure things out, out there But it’s easy to see It’s not fair Not being able to drown in To smell the scent of this secret sin.
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May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 10:44 PM UTC
A war in my head
A lost soul Drifting through this place, searching for a warm door One that will let her in, to fit in, to lay in tries its hardest to figure things out, out there But it’s easy to see It’s not fair Not being able to drown in To smell the scent of this secret sin.
#sin. #lost. #secret.
salmakurdi
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May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 10:44 PM UTC
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