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Midnight Motel
which people will miss me when i assimilate in the night; then stars will give better feelings; but now only rain hug me when i lonely cry; every night i see different dreams; when good it's spring what you builded and raised; when bad it's the late autumn and holy falling leaves can someone hear me like you at stary nigth ? know, everyone hate my feels i know, only one not. Its u my light killing social life for be alive; u know, mustn't cry; of course, so bad always and tonight; but now while we alive let all be nice; because u moon. my;
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