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Күн бұрынSo here we remain locked in our own isolation. We’ve nowhere to run. Our requiem in notation. Bear witness with me to the coming of the after. I no longer dream of the sound of your laughter. Do you ever feel like you can see it up ahead? Does your chest heave heavy with the words inside my head.
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