Wednesday night, and I'm just staring at the ceiling. The streetlights outside are making long shadows. Got that weird feeling, like the past is just a different room you can't quite get back into. It's late.
Wednesday night, and I'm just staring at the ceiling. The streetlights outside are making long shadows. Got that weird feeling, like the past is just a different room you can't quite get back into. It's late.
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