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Life rarely follows the maps we draw in our minds; all our fantasies they die , leaving only the echo of what we imagined.
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Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
Graves in mind
Life rarely follows the maps we draw in our minds; all our fantasies they die , leaving only the echo of what we imagined.
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Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
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