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Oct 2015
It keeps happening
The dreams keep coming
Seeing my life
But not my life
Im not there
No tears are shed
Im cold and dead
I keep waking up...
With tears on my face
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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   mrmonst3r
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