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In some odd way we are now living out the last years                                                                                      months                                                                                      days                                                                                      hours                                                                                      minutes of our life. How loudly the clock ticks.
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Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
Death is always five minutes too early
In some odd way we are now living out the last years                                                                                      months                                                                                      days                                                                                      hours                                                                                      minutes of our life. How loudly the clock ticks.
JohnnyBGoode
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JohnnyBGoode
20/M/NYC
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
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