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It's midnight. At midnight we do midnight type of shit.
This time, it's personal.
It just takes too much energy to keep you lit up little one. This is not sustainable, post renewable (Wait there's a poem here I think).
I use to like riding the metro around the city with with no predetermined destination.
Title: All that you love will be carried away.
Artist: Local Idiot (self)
I've forgotten where exactly.