Time is a construct.
When there is a certain time that comes.
It obstructs our perception.
We want to run away.
We want to find the exit.
And somehow still bring ourselves in one piece.
I'm in a world that is breaking
my heart.
Mar 23, 2024
Mar 23, 2024 at 12:23 PM UTC
Time is a construct.
When there is a certain time that comes.
It obstructs our perception.
We want to run away.
We want to find the exit.
And somehow still bring ourselves in one piece.
I'm in a world that is breaking
my heart.
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