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The years don't last long. The days are short but the weeks take forever, November feels like Thursday. Once I am dead all I want to do is rust, everything is changing in such a familiar way. My life was quiet and your hair is getting long again.
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Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 7:33 AM UTC
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The years don't last long. The days are short but the weeks take forever, November feels like Thursday. Once I am dead all I want to do is rust, everything is changing in such a familiar way. My life was quiet and your hair is getting long again.
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Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 7:33 AM UTC
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