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My voice doesn’t reach you. I hope one day when I collapse, and spread out a million pieces of life-burnt-ash, that then, maybe then, you’ll stop and Reflect, that I finally reached you, that I finally reached you After our time came to pass.
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May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
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My voice doesn’t reach you. I hope one day when I collapse, and spread out a million pieces of life-burnt-ash, that then, maybe then, you’ll stop and Reflect, that I finally reached you, that I finally reached you After our time came to pass.
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May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
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