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With each falling key the problems become more yours and you become more me. I paid the debts of the past with interest, but those of now Are yours somehow... (I'm sorry to hand you this mess btw). So your whole inheritence will have to be experience And it's not going to be perfect And you're going to wish I could read the rant of a manifesto you write to me. But that won't happen. I'll be history Because with each falling key the problem becomes more yours and you become more me I presently lose agency that's the reality Of time. I fixed all I could with mine. Do what you can with yours.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
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With each falling key the problems become more yours and you become more me. I paid the debts of the past with interest, but those of now Are yours somehow... (I'm sorry to hand you this mess btw). So your whole inheritence will have to be experience And it's not going to be perfect And you're going to wish I could read the rant of a manifesto you write to me. But that won't happen. I'll be history Because with each falling key the problem becomes more yours and you become more me I presently lose agency that's the reality Of time. I fixed all I could with mine. Do what you can with yours.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
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