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| Buried deep. In-between. |
It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok.
Oh Lord. Please tell me. It's ok.
It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok.
Don't know what to do. Don't know what to think. Don't have a home.
It's ok. It's ok. It's ok.
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