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Dec 2015
I look pale. Where's the blood?
They are scared. I knew it.
What gets better? They are all gone.
It's dusty. Fragile. Old thing.
We all want to leave the town. Admit it. Just like that.
Getting tired of Murakami references
(It's broken)
Written by
Pea
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   bleh, --- and ryn
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