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1d
"do not borrow grief from the future"
But what if I can already see the headlights? I can hear the humming, I cannot ignore it. You will be gone. I will lose you. That is a certainty that has awaited me. I am nowhere near by.
Twisted Poet
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Twisted Poet  16/F/New Zealand
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