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Watching storage war
But my mind is racing
Got damn forreal
I had a good weekend
Maybe I was too fucked up
To find out what I was seeking
Asking questions
That are rhetorical
That's all I remember
Oh and the softeness
Of an embrace that
Felt like September
A force that can compare
But I've never felt more complete
A room full of love and It's mostly
For me
All the pieces of my being
No one will ever see what I'm seeing
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And I'm ok with that