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*It felt like the same 4.00 A.M as it was yesterday when he called it's just today phone calls are the last ones you will get from him and his voice will echo until you breathe your last breath*
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
Echoes of Dying
*It felt like the same 4.00 A.M as it was yesterday when he called it's just today phone calls are the last ones you will get from him and his voice will echo until you breathe your last breath*
Based on someone's tragic memory of losing his friend in a car crash
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
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