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regret flashback collects the year and year of slack to force dizzy room apologies soaring, the night was killed somewhere between no i dont need matches and somethings wrong and im crying to the same chicago songs i cried to in fourth grade but i think ive grown stronger when compared to the strength i needed during those times because its secret, like you, its secrets that are never kept the sky knows strangers say your phrases and i buckle at how full circle fully found my salt marsh footprint during the center of what was thought to be something linear.