When certain thoughts gather in a cyclic recession, and the measure of moments decline; however dearly:
various arrays of colours and motives tend to converge into a common, single voice:
_"I wanted to be better."_
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 4:33 PM UTC
When certain thoughts gather in a cyclic recession, and the measure of moments decline; however dearly:
various arrays of colours and motives tend to converge into a common, single voice:
_"I wanted to be better."_
I try.
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