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all day, "inside" "month to month" "her mouth is a cupid's bow"
i look at the tree through the basement windows, before i go to bed i watch for the sun.
i'm finding it harder and harder to remember what it's like to fall asleep in the dark.
i keep headphones close to listen.
i tear the box open to look as fast as i can.
thank god the train is still here to keep me.
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien