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May 2019
It is on the nights, when I can think,
That there is nothing left for me to do
But drown, panic, sink
This music around me changes the scene
I can't figure out how to feel
My mind is so mean
Please save me from what I am fighting
I miss your warm touch
Please save me from dying
Please be my crutch
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  24/F/The Enterprise
(24/F/The Enterprise)   
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