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[dustbin_parade]

this is my letter to you, what i say but cannot speak. here is my plan to prevent heartache, a precursory censoring of thoughts already known to be trouble. ready.set.go and i'm off with this trail of words i'm bound to regret...on nights where it's ok to count stars and have rooftop cigarettes, during car rides that cause me to sing songs

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[untitledsociety]

damn i love you dria.