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Many out of thousands of days, Just wanted to sit quietly, Listen to own heartbeat, Stare at the empty wide wall, Lay in bed stare again and ask what the **** is wrong with me? And gathered in the lost memories trying hard to fix it as puzzle game and Yell at the ceiling **** you “ . Feel absolutely good doing nothing because for that moment I don’t wanna know where am l . W.E
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 5:47 AM UTC
Where am I?
Many out of thousands of days, Just wanted to sit quietly, Listen to own heartbeat, Stare at the empty wide wall, Lay in bed stare again and ask what the **** is wrong with me? And gathered in the lost memories trying hard to fix it as puzzle game and Yell at the ceiling **** you “ . Feel absolutely good doing nothing because for that moment I don’t wanna know where am l . W.E
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 5:47 AM UTC
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