I miss the days when I could wake up
Not blinded by this rising sun
Not drenched in my own sweat
Not afraid of the day to come
Not thinking of your last words
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
I miss the days when I could wake up
Not blinded by this rising sun
Not drenched in my own sweat
Not afraid of the day to come
Not thinking of your last words
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