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creeping silently in the dead of night shadowy beings fill your sight you run as fast as you can your lungs burn something inside of you clicks into place and in the distance, within the fog there’s a ghostly face and you realise how you’ve been asleep for months it’s all in your mind they said well how do you expect me to go on when all i’ve been is blind?
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 8:31 AM UTC
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creeping silently in the dead of night shadowy beings fill your sight you run as fast as you can your lungs burn something inside of you clicks into place and in the distance, within the fog there’s a ghostly face and you realise how you’ve been asleep for months it’s all in your mind they said well how do you expect me to go on when all i’ve been is blind?
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 8:31 AM UTC
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