listen before i go,   misc!

listen before i go,   misc!

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❝ Take me to the rooftop 
I wanna see the world when I stop breathing 
Turnin' blue 
Tell me love is endless, don't be so pretentious 
Leave me like you do ❞ no really, it's just miscellaneous stuff like me complaining 👊🏻😔
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