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winter slows my desperation grows I cry for help shunned, like the color green in the cold check up on me just visit maybe a "how are you, for real?"
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
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winter slows my desperation grows I cry for help shunned, like the color green in the cold check up on me just visit maybe a "how are you, for real?"
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
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