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Nov 3
an explosion racks through my mind
in the dark, there comes a whisper
let me live, let me live
now it begs and screams, haunts me in the night
to let it live, to let it live
and iā€™m thinking of the weight you carry
the burden you have to bury
yet at the end of the day
i miss her (and so, so much more.)
J
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J  16/F
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