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Sep 07. 2025
I am hoarded in panic, yet I vanish in haste, I stick by your side, in your darkest hour. I ease your toil when nature won’t wait, Then I let you leave in a fresher state.
Sep 07. 2025
I am hoarded in panic, yet I vanish in haste, I stick by your side, in your darkest hour. I ease your toil when nature won’t wait, Then I let you leave in a fresher state.