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The more you look back at it The more you fail going forwards Might even be nice to look back on not even trying to just being reminded Those memories flood in Warmth never felt so real Having that want to leave a comfortable spot is hard Like being glued to your bed The plaster eventually comes off
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Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 2:56 PM UTC
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The more you look back at it The more you fail going forwards Might even be nice to look back on not even trying to just being reminded Those memories flood in Warmth never felt so real Having that want to leave a comfortable spot is hard Like being glued to your bed The plaster eventually comes off
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Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 2:56 PM UTC
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