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I hung on, waiting for the final breath there was nothing. no standing ovation, no final crescendo
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
when the music stopped
I hung on, waiting for the final breath there was nothing. no standing ovation, no final crescendo
blackheat-deshanti
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
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