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<~> Pradip Chattopadhyay: “I think of death now, but more than that, the life I left behind.” *this is like gray hair, one day, just there, lower back pain, joins the train, this retrospection inspection, seasonal, neither spring summer or winter, just a unique fall, like gray hair, appearing slowly, surprisingly unsurprising.* *there is no wisdom herein, just timed capsule release decay. the weaker the eyesight becomes, the squinting routine, we see every moment, through a rearguard retreat.* did we win, or just stalemate? we cannot accept the sense of lost, so squint harder, for looking ahead is refused for that is a neutral state, facing backwards is the only warranted directive, that you must, must take to make hard judgement.
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Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 8:58 AM UTC
I think of death now, but more than that, the life I left behind.
<~> Pradip Chattopadhyay: “I think of death now, but more than that, the life I left behind.” *this is like gray hair, one day, just there, lower back pain, joins the train, this retrospection inspection, seasonal, neither spring summer or winter, just a unique fall, like gray hair, appearing slowly, surprisingly unsurprising.* *there is no wisdom herein, just timed capsule release decay. the weaker the eyesight becomes, the squinting routine, we see every moment, through a rearguard retreat.* did we win, or just stalemate? we cannot accept the sense of lost, so squint harder, for looking ahead is refused for that is a neutral state, facing backwards is the only warranted directive, that you must, must take to make hard judgement.
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Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 8:58 AM UTC
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