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Self, bus, bnw
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Antique
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Itaewon, unknown
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Still Standing
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what now
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station 248
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bobby is tired
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the nervous door
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3 figures
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and they called it, puppy love...
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Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
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Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.
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I have a very good memory, but it's short. Thank god for photography.
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It's ok, breathe.
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Oily marks appear on walls Where pleasure moments hung before. The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
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Ceiling
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Look up!
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Train #798
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Well, hello good sir.