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Dying is like sleeping, with no more dreams to rush inside and shake you up, night after night. And all those memories you stored in archive shelves of blood and bone will be by then forever lost.
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
Dying is like sleeping
Dying is like sleeping, with no more dreams to rush inside and shake you up, night after night. And all those memories you stored in archive shelves of blood and bone will be by then forever lost.
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
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