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There's nothing I can really own, I ache at something that wasn't mine; no memories to recollect and no sound of voice that I could memorize, not even a light could stay within. And even the sky changes its color, it doesn't even own the stars.
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Nov 24, 2023
Nov 24, 2023 at 9:58 AM UTC
Desiderium
There's nothing I can really own, I ache at something that wasn't mine; no memories to recollect and no sound of voice that I could memorize, not even a light could stay within. And even the sky changes its color, it doesn't even own the stars.
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Nov 24, 2023
Nov 24, 2023 at 9:58 AM UTC
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