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Crash | Fit for Rivals Don’t know why I’m crawling.Everybody’s running, everybody’s running.Re-spun back to where there’s something.Everything was falling, trust in what was nothing.
Crash | Fit for Rivals
Don’t know why I’m crawling.Everybody’s running, everybody’s running.Re-spun back to where there’s something.Everything was falling, trust in what was nothing.
(via decayingartist)