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I don’t think there’s a day that I don’t crave to be the center of your world. And how if nothing else went right, it’d still be okay. And how I hope more than anything, you will feel the same pull to nothing, to a black hole that will swallow us up, turn us into intertwining matter, and keep us safe amidst the entropy. And it is now that I realize, an escape would be out of the question.
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Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
Black Hole
I don’t think there’s a day that I don’t crave to be the center of your world. And how if nothing else went right, it’d still be okay. And how I hope more than anything, you will feel the same pull to nothing, to a black hole that will swallow us up, turn us into intertwining matter, and keep us safe amidst the entropy. And it is now that I realize, an escape would be out of the question.
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27/F/New York
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
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