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May 2019
It's late at night; I'm supposed to be dreaming

I want so badly to go into the bliss of unconsciousness

I can't bring myself to

I've let a river of red flow once again while sloppy rain drops created puddles

I've done it again; its all my fault
Ella Mclaughlin
Written by
Ella Mclaughlin  15/Other/Wonderland
     Perry and Crazy Diamond Kristy
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