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.
You don't find my life here.
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.
You don't find my life here.
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