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Mar 2021
The best dreams are the empty ones.
Or at least the ones forgotten.
'Cause then you can think nothing,
Remember nothing,
The HURT is gone.
The GUILT is gone.
YOU are gone.
Written by
Keli  18/F
(18/F)   
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