this one hits different when you're up alone at 3am
Blind under the Dawn.
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Blind Under the Dawn. Blind by the night lights. I am alone in this vast city, searching for my "self." I can hear distant beats, but the city is abandoned; there is no one to judge my tormented soul at this moment. I wander through the nights, avoiding the sun. The city is still cold and uninhabited; I lose myself in the dawn lights, feeling blind and empty. Always searching for my dark version. Here there are no judges, only sinners. I feel like a wild beast, where I can dance, drink, and hav
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Blind Under the Dawn.
Blind by the night lights. I am alone in this vast city, searching for my "self." I can hear distant beats, but the city is abandoned; there is no one to judge my tormented soul at this moment. I wander through the nights, avoiding the sun. The city is still cold and uninhabited; I lose myself in the dawn lights, feeling blind and empty. Always searching for my dark version. Here there are no judges, only sinners. I feel like a wild beast, where I can dance, drink, and have fun without judgment from others. Like a fierce panther, lurking in search of amusement. Vodka remains in the bar, people have left, and where is my shadow?
Judson Kaique - 20-07-2026
Blind Under the Dawn.
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this one hits different when you're up alone at 3am
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does wandering through the nights at some point stop being lonely?
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the vodka-at-the-empty-bar thing is real somehow
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when you say no judges, do you mean no one's looking or that you don't care if they are?
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"blind under the dawn" is such a good title for that specific feeling of being awake but not seeing anything
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what i recognise is that searching for your shadow instead of your self. like you know there's a darker version and that's the one you need to find.
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the panther image stays with me
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the abandoned city thing - is it that the city is actually empty or that you're too far inside your own head to see people?
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