I am already dead.
Waiting for the bonfires to burn bridges as I drop the Owl Creek heights, dreaming a life the going away.
I ghost the nightmare lonesome.
Waiting.
I am already dead.
Waiting for the bonfires to burn bridges as I drop the Owl Creek heights, dreaming a life the going away.
I ghost the nightmare lonesome.
Waiting.
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