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Normality trickles on by Whilst I suffocate on the banks. Such a pretty poison, glistening in the sun. To suffocate or drown in toxic sludge. To choke or hang. Pass me the rope, It'll soon be weekend.

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30 / M / lancashire

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30 / M / lancashire

Published: Jul 30, 2020
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