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Mar 23
Time is a construct.
When there is a certain time that comes.

It obstructs our perception.
We want to run away.
We want to find the exit.
And somehow still bring ourselves in one piece.

I'm in a world that isΒ Β breaking
my heart.
keni
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keni  20/F/chicago
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