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My dream weaves another version - you don’t die. All along it was just a misunderstanding of truth. There you are, laughing. We all laugh, hysterical. April fools in December. But you did die and we aren’t laughing and some days ******* most days I feel I will die too.
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 5:13 AM UTC
December
My dream weaves another version - you don’t die. All along it was just a misunderstanding of truth. There you are, laughing. We all laugh, hysterical. April fools in December. But you did die and we aren’t laughing and some days ******* most days I feel I will die too.
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27/F/New Zealand
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 5:13 AM UTC
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