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Jul 2020
I never have a steady stream of inspiration
I rarely see things worth writing about anymore
But every now and then
I look at the stars and wonder
β€œWhat if..?”
I can never get the italics to work properly on here. Too bad
atticus wilson
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atticus wilson  20/M/The abyss of life
(20/M/The abyss of life)   
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