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Slowly you started being imperative for all my good days, But you also held my hand on the bad ones, And they became good too.
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Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
Slowly you started being imperative for all my good days, But you also held my hand on the bad ones, And they became good too.
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Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
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