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the truth about freedom
The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...
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Dark rooms and laying. Smoking and swaying. Driving without reason. The habits we create for replacing nothing. I once knew trust. But...
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I know she left a mark. But all I'm trying to do, Is erase it. You won't let me.
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