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Jul 2014
Hold my head down and drown me in that lake which we swam in before.
Take the memories of flips and smokes and drown them with me.
Take the idea of us being family and hold it under.
Take the thought of our future and let it suffocate.
Take your heart and let it die with me.
For while I may be dead,
You must live.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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