Dec 2023
Nothing ever matters at the end.
People, they come, they go.
The days and years go faster than they come.
At the end, I was made from dust and ill just go back to that.
People, they come, they go.
The days and years go faster than they come.
At the end, I was made from dust and ill just go back to that.
(29/F/Los Angeles)
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