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The bustle engulfs me Swallowed by the past which follows me like sense. Rushing rapidly along the path which leads them to life. One stop. One break. Life suddenly starts to change. Everyone has a mission They may not know it yet. They carry on rushing round like a crow Desperate for attention. Desperate for hope.
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
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The bustle engulfs me Swallowed by the past which follows me like sense. Rushing rapidly along the path which leads them to life. One stop. One break. Life suddenly starts to change. Everyone has a mission They may not know it yet. They carry on rushing round like a crow Desperate for attention. Desperate for hope.
Meganed
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
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