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May 31
the days keep getting longer
i’m in bed before the sun
i tried to escape my hunger
but there’s nowhere left to run
if i could be the hunter
i think that might be fun
swinging at the thunder
but i’m a bullet without a gun
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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