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good-bad-eitherway-night
i want to go to sleep but laying in bed is haunting
I can't let this define me
it can only shape me
the passing glimpse of a red whisper in your life
i have a heavy conscious
a weary pocket full of disdain
it's fucking killing me
one
day
at
a
time
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