No. 001

September 30, 2024·15 lines·1 min read

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Would you believe me?

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Imagine I was right there with you When you looked up to your bedroom ceiling And questioned everything Late at night Crying yourself to sleep Imagine I could tell you that you'd make it out That you'd live out that dream That you'd travel the world That you'd find true love Would you believe me? Well you should, because I am you And you are me. Get ready

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