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Oct 2017
She considered for a moment, gazing into her own eyes in the mirror, that she might indeed be a universe. A bolt of clarity struck her as she considered that in the end there may be little distinction between a universe and a god. She turned away from herself. 11:12. She was lonely and hungry.
M Blake
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M Blake  Gender Fluid/Chicago, IL
(Gender Fluid/Chicago, IL)   
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