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I miss myself. She was good, and kind, and Purposeful. She was not a train speeding along on a track, Wind whistling by, Eyes watering and half closed. She walked alongside it, Marveling at the cars Passing by. Now, she is reduced to The lethargy that creeps into her veins And ties her to the car.
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
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I miss myself. She was good, and kind, and Purposeful. She was not a train speeding along on a track, Wind whistling by, Eyes watering and half closed. She walked alongside it, Marveling at the cars Passing by. Now, she is reduced to The lethargy that creeps into her veins And ties her to the car.
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
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