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all paths lead to nowhere, nowhere to hide, nothing but the sprawling, unnerving reality of time it slips, silently, through the fingers all moments, having passed, unify and become one: "the past"

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deadboycreek

22 / Non-binary / mérida, yucatán

For You?

Written by

deadboycreek

22 / Non-binary / mérida, yucatán

Published: Jul 6, 2020
Time: 1m

Notes: 12:50 p.m.

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