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my time table is worked down till the last seconds of every day, every minute creeps around the clock only to shiver and die. we're all on schedule, we're all here for finite moments that float away. but isn't it only fun when you're at the wrong place at the right time?
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
behind schedule
my time table is worked down till the last seconds of every day, every minute creeps around the clock only to shiver and die. we're all on schedule, we're all here for finite moments that float away. but isn't it only fun when you're at the wrong place at the right time?
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kailasha
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
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