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Apr 2017
Her hibernation was a drought.
If I'd known that I would have drowned too,
But now I'm left awake
Thinking of everything I've been put through,
And then I'll fall asleep in my own sort of tomb.
Emmennarr
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Emmennarr  20/M/California
(20/M/California)   
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