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Feb 2021
The drawn out holiday,
that made your head so sick it was painful to think
its been like this for a while now,
your own short eternity
So, you wonder when it will stop
and fall
into somthing worse, because it will soon
running upwards or downwards
its only the same
The new old age and all the fights we had in the kitchen make me sick
Strawberry Pilgrim
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Strawberry Pilgrim  121/in space somewhere
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