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I have no name
I can hear my mom's heart, it beats as one with mine
I have things I want to do, dreams to come true
In cold bowl,I'm tossed away, future is dead
I have things I want to do, dreams to come true
In cold bowl,I'm tossed away, future is dead
Published 28th Feb 2021
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28th Feb 2021 11:24pm
Wow! That was like getting hit with a bucket of cold water.
Complicated topic - And you dove in with both feet.
Complicated topic - And you dove in with both feet.
1st Mar 2021 1:52am
1st Mar 2021 3:37am
