Bre Salvati

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It’s days like this where you feel the most tested, tired from the night before. Weary from the evenings of no rest, lying in bed staring at the ceiling in hopes of finding sleep. Incapable of putting your mind to peace, you tumble through the night as if your eyes were closed and your hands were tied as you attempt to navigate down a hill of problems. The night bleeds into the morning sky and your eyes go from dancing around the stars to witnessing the moon vanish to make way for the sun.
She Just Wants to Forget (What She Felt) (Volume 2)
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