This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 9.1.2015 at 08:01
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And I find it kinda funny I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
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