Running on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt I picked up a pen And I wrote my way out So… things are fucked. Limping towards the second anniversary of pandemic life we had to go and toss in…
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Running on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt I picked up a pen And I wrote my way out So… things are fucked. Limping towards the second anniversary of pandemic life we had to go and toss in…
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