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Nov 2014
The distance between you shakes the earth and you're just happy to feel something other than smoke from burning memories filling your lungs night after night. Well dear, at least now you're not as empty, but in the end you are what turns to ash.
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Faded Concious
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Faded Concious  Canada
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