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Jul 2019
The dreams of tomorrow
Now sound so hollow
And the whispers of today
Just keep drifting away
As the pictures of the past
Keep flashing by so fast
My state of mind keeps losing
To a state of my own choosing
Numb I become
I become numb.
Potato
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