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| me in a bubble floating in the lagoon that is me |
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| it feels like a reprise the first time around |
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| in and out of time |
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| love dopamine |
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| love dopamine |
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| my spirit guide |
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| the way it felt in my emptiness i had no room for myself |
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| when my father died he asked me who i was. i put the question there. he finally speaks only to ask who. it's only me i say in absence. |
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