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If time is a straight line. Every time I look behind - I see her. Mirage - Rub my eyes - I think it's more hallucinations in my head instead. Squawking, talking - Awake in bed. The voices whisper - She is dead.
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Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
Hallucinations
If time is a straight line. Every time I look behind - I see her. Mirage - Rub my eyes - I think it's more hallucinations in my head instead. Squawking, talking - Awake in bed. The voices whisper - She is dead.
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Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
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