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All too often did the calloused hands of old Father Time hold me down and force me to stay awake for years through which I simply wanted to sleep.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
Angry Father Time
All too often did the calloused hands of old Father Time hold me down and force me to stay awake for years through which I simply wanted to sleep.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
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