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a bright morning begins at the end of the deepest night and is beautifully reborn // i hate secrets, i wanna burn them all, this is the attempt

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i'm writing the future, i'm writing it out loud. we don't talk about the past, we don't talk about the past now

so i'm writing the future, i'm leaving a key here. something won't always be missing, you won't always feel emptier

just think of the future and think of your DREAMS you'll get away from here, you'll get away EVENTUALLY

so just think of the future think of a new life and don't get lost in the memories, keep your eyes on a new prize.

jul 22 2020 ∞
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