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stale air flushed colors the finger prints rub through. i feel like wasted energy staring down mile long halls distorted sighs leave me shaking i am figuring out that its hard to breathe in
stale air flushed colors the finger prints rub through. i feel like wasted energy staring down mile long halls distorted sighs leave me shaking i am figuring out that its hard to breathe in