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How many times have I wanted to leave the world? Actually, I know the number. It’s a very holy number though hard to enumerate. It’s the last prime number, indivisible. Just a number declaring that dumb love is the body before all numbers tumble off into infinity. That’s how many times I have wanted to leave the world, because I reject the world’s destiny into all infinity, and prefer the ignorant everlasting of love’s decay.
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Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 12:57 AM UTC
Touch Me At The End
How many times have I wanted to leave the world? Actually, I know the number. It’s a very holy number though hard to enumerate. It’s the last prime number, indivisible. Just a number declaring that dumb love is the body before all numbers tumble off into infinity. That’s how many times I have wanted to leave the world, because I reject the world’s destiny into all infinity, and prefer the ignorant everlasting of love’s decay.
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Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 12:57 AM UTC
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