o. epigraph

Nothing lasts forever,
let that be the reason you stay.
Even this sick twisted misery
will not last.
- hope
RUPI KAUR, home body

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i. play god by sam fender | ii. things we lost in the fire by bastille | iii. welcome home, son by radical face | iv. shyer by london grammer | v. why'd you only call me when you're high by arctic monkeys | vi. run boy run by woodkid | vii. as it was by hozier | viii. through glass by hands like houses | ix. holland by glass face | x. we must be killers by mikky ekko

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