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It’s time to cut the strings of you, I think. I get tangled up and I’m tired now. Just let me rest for a minute, to ease my eyes and stop my spinning mind. But then I’ll get to cutting. Snip. Snip. I can’t wait for my first breath.
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 2:04 PM UTC
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It’s time to cut the strings of you, I think. I get tangled up and I’m tired now. Just let me rest for a minute, to ease my eyes and stop my spinning mind. But then I’ll get to cutting. Snip. Snip. I can’t wait for my first breath.
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 2:04 PM UTC
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