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what is that sound from within that wakes you up seven minutes past midnight and makes you crave a glass of ice cold red wine? you spend eternal minutes trying to figure out which part of your mind won't let you go back to sleep and you end up as always lighting another cigarette and sitting on the window sill until the sun rises and the birds start singing again
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
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what is that sound from within that wakes you up seven minutes past midnight and makes you crave a glass of ice cold red wine? you spend eternal minutes trying to figure out which part of your mind won't let you go back to sleep and you end up as always lighting another cigarette and sitting on the window sill until the sun rises and the birds start singing again
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
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