The days are long
The week goes by fast
I’m not quite there
But I know how to fake it
I sort of remember how it feels
Nothing can replace it.
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Author:
Traw (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 23rd, 2019 00:15
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Playing the chameleon are we?
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