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14h
I chase stars
not to hold them
but to feel the burn
of hope
on my hands.

The sky was never
meant to be touched
only to be
reached
even when it
feels too far.
I want make my own destiny.... simple :)
Immortality
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Immortality  17/F/rainy forest
(17/F/rainy forest)   
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