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| Written by a.drago |
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rinse away the impurities, this sediment that sticks to me turn my face towards heaven. straighten my backbone find out what the problem is. weigh my lights and darknesses then give me your summation. maybe write me a prescription. is it cold on your side? occupied. isn’t it enough of a penalty to live and love and never be able to show it? or worse, not allowed to?
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