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Feb 2017
The air around me is getting thicker
So thick, that you could see it like fog
The sun is getting colder
So cold, that is feels like winter
The ground underneath me is disappearing
So quickly, that I might fall back
Everything is vanishing
So fast, that...... well you can't explain what it feels like when you get forgotten.
Still trash
Leandra
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Leandra  Alabama
(Alabama)   
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