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My body is the urn that holds my ashes. No matter how I change its shape and design, its purpose stays the same.
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May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
Ashes
My body is the urn that holds my ashes. No matter how I change its shape and design, its purpose stays the same.
Can you set me free of this decay?
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19/F/Toronto
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
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