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I didnt do it
That pain in your chest when your crying at night tears pure white
Show me the pain and insecurities you continue to shoulder
So i can come in like the rude friend that doesnt ask to come over
Knock shit over
Running in the dark until I fall off the worlds edge whose missing me anyway
I think about that everyday falling asleep waking up still in darkness
Trying to harness
...Saturday 4th September 2021 6:06 am
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