This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching - hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve...we'll meet ourselves.
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God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be
The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind
I regret you all the time
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We lie awake in love and fear, in turmoil and tears. We stare at walls and drink until they speak back. We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren’t - right this minute - about to make some life-altering mistake.
This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we face and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep lanterns lit and go searching - hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve... we’ll meet ourselves.
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follow you around...
to @userpurple, from your secret santa ♡
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breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.
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