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Skymdnsmustdie

im every cliche

(but I simply do it best)

this time last year I was living in the past and now ive madeit my postal address.my permanent residence the subheading in every day.im homesick at the thought of moving  towns and ghosts just wouldnt be as much fun without the transparency of my wishful thinking

(2015)

Cause thats all I am these days

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