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The feeling only comes when the dawn sets in
Nightmares in the daytime, they feel all wild
Close your eyes and relax
You might be here awhile.
Now that those blood stains have been bleached long ago
And you think you see them again in the clothes you thought you owned
Do you remember them well?
Set on fire and washed cold
And how did they do it? Are you still afra...
Thursday 21st April 2022 2:43 am
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