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May 2020
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Her cold hands reach towards the darkness
Longing for the relief that it offers
Fully aware it holds another kind of suffering
But anything would be better than the hell in her head
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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       Ben's Oldies, anna, arthur samuel papa and Reyna
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