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Jul 2019
Her not-so-distant wish was to preform. She wished she had the dedication to practise. She wished she had the confidence to get up. But she can’t move, she can’t sit up, she can’t feel her fingers, she can’t control her mouth, she just can’t ok.
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   Persephone and Bogdan Dragos
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