A secret
It's been a year since I felt a thing
the fucking wind doesn't even hit my face the same
the smell of fire isn't as strong
I turned down my own brightness
This year I crave to be noticed
It's been a year since I felt a thing
the fucking wind doesn't even hit my face the same
the smell of fire isn't as strong
I turned down my own brightness
This year I crave to be noticed
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