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by Ithaca

Superficial feelings: a high of great command; Introspective warfare in the palm of your hand.

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22 / M / Lost

For You?

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22 / M / Lost

Published: Jan 11, 2020
LinesWords: 215

Notes: Today I realized that I am only pixels on your screen. Merely a background character who you will forget in a matter of days.

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