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Aug 2019
maybe someday
i won't be filled
with dread
after every choice
waiting to wake
in cold sweat
forced to hear that voice
that whispers
baby
don't pretend
you believe that
this can end
we'll trade old fears
for new fears
and bless new years
with fresh tears
that's just our way
Written by
Cora  22/F
(22/F)   
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       guy scutellaro, ---, Fawn and mila
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