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Nothing ever matters at the end. People, they come, they go. The days and years go faster than they come. At the end, I was made from dust and ill just go back to that.

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Ravenous

30 / F

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Written by

Ravenous

30 / F

Published: Dec 25, 2023
LinesWords: 435

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