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Once I know that I'm not magnificent the wire twisted around my heart will slip away and I will be content with peacefully dying at 90 and having everyone forget my essence rather than being chewed up and spat out by the universe gone by 30 to encounter some sort of immortality to leap across the length and breadth of legacy. But to live in a calm contented rhythm, to let go of the panging in my lungs to be more than human. the secret is beyond me
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
The Secret
Once I know that I'm not magnificent the wire twisted around my heart will slip away and I will be content with peacefully dying at 90 and having everyone forget my essence rather than being chewed up and spat out by the universe gone by 30 to encounter some sort of immortality to leap across the length and breadth of legacy. But to live in a calm contented rhythm, to let go of the panging in my lungs to be more than human. the secret is beyond me
gemma-allan
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
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