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Jan 2014
damp fingers clench my soul
******* the breath right out
a heavy heart
cold hands
dripping in sweat
scared to death
scared to believe
this nightmare is real
it's happening to me
Dark, but what I imagine someone's experience with ****.
Bell'Alta
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Bell'Alta
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