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Once we were laying in a field in the early hours of the morning with dummies in our beds without screens in our windows I think he was crying or maybe I was I asked him what sadness felt like he whispered "hollow, hollow, hollow."
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
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Once we were laying in a field in the early hours of the morning with dummies in our beds without screens in our windows I think he was crying or maybe I was I asked him what sadness felt like he whispered "hollow, hollow, hollow."
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
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