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Lips together, pressed, as if you were the one dead, "Wake up"-your only prayer, but death doesn't care. Now you can only choke, on words you never spoke.
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May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 12:36 PM UTC
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Lips together, pressed, as if you were the one dead, "Wake up"-your only prayer, but death doesn't care. Now you can only choke, on words you never spoke.
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May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 12:36 PM UTC
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