light at the end of the tunnel
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Sometimes when I look back I realise just how far the tides of my Nile Have swept me and washed me white I walk through paved blue streets And I…More

bare - leaves dry orange
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It felt like a continual cycle of déjà vu. We'd had exchanges like this before, when I would have to bring it up to his face and let him know…More

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