repost and softly glow or read silent on my own. the tried and true slowly come back to you. a gray hair older, three weeks home, or maybe just you're making me bored. i look for comfort in things which are not, but they will remain all the same. things labelled so: "occult": 1 your dreams, 2 your name, 3 my note, 4 the tried, 6 the true and 7 happiness will reveal themselves to you.
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