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Just want to go to bed but this always happens.

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The horrors of the night melt away
Under the warm glow of survival of the day
Then we move on,
My shadow grows taller along with my fears
And my hope shrinks smaller as night grows near

When the sun is climbing window sills
And the silver lining rides the hills
I will be saved for one whole day
Until the sun make the hills it’s grave

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I want it back so bad, i miss everything of it. Feeling empty.

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Should i?

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Late night thoughts

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Movies are da bomb

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Oh Brandonn is editing pictures? Lets all text him at once.