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Shore lines cross poor minds, Leaving empty space and tierd haste, Uncovering what's left of the human race, Adults will cry what a waste, As we all try to keep face, Left this world without a trace.
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
left this world without a trace
Shore lines cross poor minds, Leaving empty space and tierd haste, Uncovering what's left of the human race, Adults will cry what a waste, As we all try to keep face, Left this world without a trace.
eleanorlovelight
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
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