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#clashingthoughts
Life and death, Are tightly bound, Like a flashbulb going off. Black rain fell, Clashing with Smoke and fire. "You cannot escape," She told me. "Even here, Only a few people Are not broken."
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
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