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I did this to myself-- A sort of memory infection that can't die, But when I blink my tired eyes I swallow it back down again. I know that someday the ice will melt.
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Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 9:43 PM UTC
Never Quite As It Seems
I did this to myself-- A sort of memory infection that can't die, But when I blink my tired eyes I swallow it back down again. I know that someday the ice will melt.
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Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 9:43 PM UTC
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