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I haven't figured out, what I'm doing with my time, So precious in my life Vanishing day by day. Why are you afraid? Why do you let me comfort you? If we can all be ****** up once We can all be disciples of time too
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
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I haven't figured out, what I'm doing with my time, So precious in my life Vanishing day by day. Why are you afraid? Why do you let me comfort you? If we can all be ****** up once We can all be disciples of time too
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
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