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i sit still to find your film. its probably better if i dont. but the simmering summer ending is empty. i cant pretend that i dont feel it anymore. you know that place you call your home, i made that from senior year when we were out jus gettin thrown. i didnt wanba wake up. but sometimes ya gotta get ahead. no matter how old i am ill always love you. but you still aint mentally grown