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Jan 2020
I used to sit around and wonder:
where did I lose myself?
where did I go?  


Now I look in the
mirror and realize,
I was never really there in the first place.

— the mirror keeps staring back at me // a.
5 janvier 2020
01:07 am
a wandering voice
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a wandering voice  20/F/pluto
(20/F/pluto)   
64
   Juneau
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