Everything so calm.
Every thought a bore.
Every conversation's the same.
Music's a bit off.
Bedtime's no longer my call.
I'm uninterested with it all.
I guess it's this again.
This phase, when nothing is the same.
-riri-
Every thought a bore.
Every conversation's the same.
Music's a bit off.
Bedtime's no longer my call.
I'm uninterested with it all.
I guess it's this again.
This phase, when nothing is the same.
-riri-
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