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i talk in circles until i'm dizzy because i'm scared to break the cycle. when every thought feels borrowed or stolen, where does originality come from? when is anything ever truly just ours? there are hash marks on my walls of every day i have spent in this cage. what happens when i run out of room?
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 11:32 PM UTC
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i talk in circles until i'm dizzy because i'm scared to break the cycle. when every thought feels borrowed or stolen, where does originality come from? when is anything ever truly just ours? there are hash marks on my walls of every day i have spent in this cage. what happens when i run out of room?
reaofsun
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 11:32 PM UTC
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