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Apr 2014
Do you remember who I used to be?
I seem to have misplaced her.
Somewhere in this southern hell, she disappeared with out a trace.
I guess you just get tired of fighting after a while.
It's just so much easier to assimilate.
Written by
Esther Leigh Trail
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