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It's death. The dying sleeps And dreams her way into death. I'm alive But I'm mourning forever 'Til I dream too It's death. Chooses who gets to leave Ungodly hour, But a destined event. I'm alive Hoping to be taken But not caught unawares It's death. She knows what exists In the great beyond Chooses how we explore. I'm alive Making earth a home Until I'm taken to the unknown.
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Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 7:05 PM UTC
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It's death. The dying sleeps And dreams her way into death. I'm alive But I'm mourning forever 'Til I dream too It's death. Chooses who gets to leave Ungodly hour, But a destined event. I'm alive Hoping to be taken But not caught unawares It's death. She knows what exists In the great beyond Chooses how we explore. I'm alive Making earth a home Until I'm taken to the unknown.
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21/F/Nigeria
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 7:05 PM UTC
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