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Mar 8
time doesn’t pass in the blink of an eye
it passes in the length of a breath
a year trudges on like a deep inhale, slow and satisfying at first
but before you know it, a new year comes and you’re forced to exhale so quickly that you’re left gasping and wanting more
Lucid
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