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My mind not my own as I wander the dark and the night and so, no body or bones yet never to give up, the fight She wanders my heart like a pang that was never atoned in great and small parts begging, a start yet always with her all alone
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
She's here, yet not
My mind not my own as I wander the dark and the night and so, no body or bones yet never to give up, the fight She wanders my heart like a pang that was never atoned in great and small parts begging, a start yet always with her all alone
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
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