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A story about nothing happening.
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I wish I could live honestly
And be completely myself
Uniformity transparent
Drill right through to bone
Find the same me inside
As me you'..
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A memory
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The wind rushed hard and strong against my face
So hard it blew beneath my soul’s wings
Lifting it high like a kite on a lace
Tied to me jus..
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