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its the middle of the night in the morning you're filling too much space in my brain the mild sunlight wakes me i realize that i'm on a raft floating on the sea the memories come rushing back its too much
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
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its the middle of the night in the morning you're filling too much space in my brain the mild sunlight wakes me i realize that i'm on a raft floating on the sea the memories come rushing back its too much
claire-darling
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
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