Another day, another set of whispers in this godforsaken town. You can call me the lucky one, but luck has nothing to do with it. If you knew where Ive been, you'd understand—miracles are just lies we tell ourselves to keep going.... .. 🎶🎼🎶🎼Mind racing thoughts twisting, decisions changing, memories fading, love unrivaling, 🎼🎶🎼..the words I sing as I walk these barren streets, just before midnight, a cold and damp night, scent of fresh rain kissing my nose..I sing to myself relaxing from work
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