Pull. Pull. And now I wake up.
My foreboding.
As soon as all come…nothing nothing.
Our failings.
But present time is over over.
Fever like river.
Pull. Pull. And now I break up.
We are feeling.
It is not end.But nothing nothing.
Our failings.
But present time is over over.
Fever like river.
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