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Apr 2023
When fear consumes me,


I hide from tomorrow in


The dregs of today
The longer I don't sleep, the further away tomorrow is
Written by
Aimée  F/The Past
(F/The Past)   
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       SCHEDAR, Weeping willow and Alien
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