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Apr 2019
i needed an outlet for my thoughts
a distraction from those memories
but everytime that i look around
i’m reminded of all the times
that we used to once share
every minute of an hour
facing dreams as one
dwindled to its core
was our passion
what once was
raw is no
more
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   Oskar Erikson
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