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Jan 2021
You're near, yet you're blind. You're feeling around, it's cold. You're fingers, feel hope. You feel only what you want. You're blind as a rock. You stumble and fall. You feel the hole. That we all wish to fall down.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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