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a wish or command I've got a war to fight thoughts bore me death fills my mind that disgusting place I can't turn back chasing a shadow in the dark gloomy violin in a well zombies, how you hypnotized wounded hearts, next stop words doesn't mean anything anymore
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
Dusk
a wish or command I've got a war to fight thoughts bore me death fills my mind that disgusting place I can't turn back chasing a shadow in the dark gloomy violin in a well zombies, how you hypnotized wounded hearts, next stop words doesn't mean anything anymore
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
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