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Her hibernation was a drought. If I'd known that I would have drowned too, But now I'm left awake Thinking of everything I've been put through, And then I'll fall asleep in my own sort of tomb.
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
Drift
Her hibernation was a drought. If I'd known that I would have drowned too, But now I'm left awake Thinking of everything I've been put through, And then I'll fall asleep in my own sort of tomb.
emmennarr
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
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