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Time is a construct of passing frailties, We cling to them more so for comfort. Not realising that we're already an echo just rebounding off the moments that have conceded to a passing that is bigger than us. But still we live for those mere seconds, for meaning. And to show that even though we were just a flicker, we burnt brighter than a star.
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Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
We're But A Humble Flicker
Time is a construct of passing frailties, We cling to them more so for comfort. Not realising that we're already an echo just rebounding off the moments that have conceded to a passing that is bigger than us. But still we live for those mere seconds, for meaning. And to show that even though we were just a flicker, we burnt brighter than a star.
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Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
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