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sometimes i wonder if i could live two lives in parallel but eventually one of them is going to have to split off onto a far away road so i must no longer wave at my reflection or reflections should i say as i am living many lives, as many people walking on with their many days in black jeans, tweed pants, sport shorts, until one of them bumps into another and they all shatter. so i have to complete the arduous task   of holding the rusty knife and killing off the characters of my past o what a beautiful sorrow
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
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sometimes i wonder if i could live two lives in parallel but eventually one of them is going to have to split off onto a far away road so i must no longer wave at my reflection or reflections should i say as i am living many lives, as many people walking on with their many days in black jeans, tweed pants, sport shorts, until one of them bumps into another and they all shatter. so i have to complete the arduous task   of holding the rusty knife and killing off the characters of my past o what a beautiful sorrow
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16/Androgynous
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
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