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Losing fans is the collateral damage that comes from engaging in music from an artistic perspective, rather than a commercial one
Her youth had died
I wake up late. Again.
Waking up late used to bother me but now it doesn’t.
I’m not sure who I’m becoming.
They love to write you off
I cant love; shot full of holes
I’m running out of time
The highest cliff you can fall off is trust
We were the wild ones in a way. But now we’ve reached a point where we can look back. Not even look back, but look inside. Because we have no more time
Talking about something you want to do is like stepping your dick
Free peoples minds from the grind of acquisition
