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After days at stretch of his stoic distress, of an endless time, of their golden lapse, that the dawn of an echo of past souvenir made way for a picture of clarity and of fear. Never, not once, it seemed he was a part indeed of the world that had left him in dire need of a path to walk or a need to fulfill the vision of visionaries the oath of infidels. A broken ship ever aground in an empty bottle protected by none and threatened by the slightest tremble, did he realize the folly in his mind’s decree, the doldrum is the curse while the wind lets you free.
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Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
Doldrum.
After days at stretch of his stoic distress, of an endless time, of their golden lapse, that the dawn of an echo of past souvenir made way for a picture of clarity and of fear. Never, not once, it seemed he was a part indeed of the world that had left him in dire need of a path to walk or a need to fulfill the vision of visionaries the oath of infidels. A broken ship ever aground in an empty bottle protected by none and threatened by the slightest tremble, did he realize the folly in his mind’s decree, the doldrum is the curse while the wind lets you free.
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27/M/India
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
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