Julien Baker was right. All my greatest fears turn out to be the gift of prophecy, all my nightmares coming true come do my outline in the street while every night I reenact the same recurring dream now I'm stuck inside a vision that repeats repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats
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