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Nov 2012
It was a fantasy, a fever dream, it wasn't real
It was a hallucination, it must've been
Because there's nothing left now
How could there have been something
when now there's nothing?
I knew it.
Written by
Lori
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     Zoi Ardens, Marian and ---
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