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Oct 2020
At first there was so much, then so little

It was no wonder why.  

I felt I was to lie

down

next to

dreams that'll die a slow death tonight.  

But I am born again through them in a new life

I am still alive, Aren't I?
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)   
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   --- and sab ariana
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