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Anything

by @thisissammy

Is it something? Everything? All there is? In this simulation We call life, Anything's possible. An infinite echo. A forever-ticking clock. A perfectly sharp blade. A rope, rough and ready. She hangs it up. To hang a picture. A picture for HIM. For us. For everyone. Echo,           echo,                     echo,           echo, gone.
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thisissammy
15 / F / United States
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Written by
thisissammy
15 / F / United States
Published
Dec 8, 2017
Time
1m
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Monika? Is that you?

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#anything#simulation#hang#hanging#echo#gone#disappear#clock#rope#ddlc
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