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Mar 2019
Future me, almost dead
Lying there rotting, on a broken bed
I’m telling you now, don’t look back
Take your eye from that crack
You’re not going to like what you see
When you look back on you and me
Written by
Jamison Bell
126
       ---, Lot and july hearne
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