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Jul 2021
Living feels like  I’m constantly raging against the nothingness of existing,
like I’m living with all the bounds of humanity, that mean nothing,
to find a purpose to waking up, and breathing and being, other than slowly dying along the way.

And I spend all my energy trying to build a bridge between the duality of life and death, that constantly keeps me a raging builder and an awful architect.
Karlie Watson
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Karlie Watson  19/F/california
(19/F/california)   
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     ---, CZ, Aishu and stillhuman
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