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OLD PAIN

my soul is a miss

GHOST

disgust

Tears

cutthroat

time has gone (slowed version)

/// burn my shadow away

sit in my bedroom alone

heartache

i smoked a thousand blunts and hung myself

within

i wouldn't mind dying with you (visual in description)

you'll be in love till it kills you

your ears have been blessed

bran new

/// under it all

ｃｌｅａｒ･｡

regrets