Turn away, i'm just damaged goods.
Feel another, maybe it will feel right. Don't know what works, don't know faith. Maybe i'll dream of you and feel something pure. I don't know what pure is anymore. Maybe i'll dream of the wheel turning Spinning. Crashing. Asleep Where I wont be lost. @daydreamingphoenix
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