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memories from the past keep echoing like little drops of rain tapping on the windows in my head pitter        patter                drip                    drop remnants from the storm only I could see feel      hear            taste the scent of death weaves its smoky hands around my neck i scream but my voice is only a whisper so    soft         so            soft my screamswordsfeelingspains are just dead leaves carried on a heavy w                          i                            n                               d dead leaves you crunch with your feet
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
dead leaves
memories from the past keep echoing like little drops of rain tapping on the windows in my head pitter        patter                drip                    drop remnants from the storm only I could see feel      hear            taste the scent of death weaves its smoky hands around my neck i scream but my voice is only a whisper so    soft         so            soft my screamswordsfeelingspains are just dead leaves carried on a heavy w                          i                            n                               d dead leaves you crunch with your feet
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EmmaPratt
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
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