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All of the intricate lies you tirelessly improvise, in order to surmise This Weight, that you carry with you on every date. A sensation you irrationally decide was fate. Because to pretend that you're okay, may lead to the survival of one more day. The end is near. The end is near. The end is near. Further than you ever thought.
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Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 3:18 AM UTC
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All of the intricate lies you tirelessly improvise, in order to surmise This Weight, that you carry with you on every date. A sensation you irrationally decide was fate. Because to pretend that you're okay, may lead to the survival of one more day. The end is near. The end is near. The end is near. Further than you ever thought.
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Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 3:18 AM UTC
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