I miss all my old friends as they were before
I
This is monumental
ripped at the seams
this is the one thing
invading
I will set fire to this city
I will burn this
Drank and all were merry
we could’ve gotten married that day
The city is cold half of the year
it makes me
We've come untied,
We've got no time,
This is the line that
Directed distraction
intended receiver
lost concentration
I wish you could see h
Chained to an anchor
it’s pulling me under
this is so deep
it’s
Under a blanket in my apartment with no heat cause
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