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Thrown into the depths of life. Drawing from ones first breath. The will to be. Not knowing what will be at this time. Yet not needing to know. For it is the first yet not the last time, we'll be free.
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May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 2:31 AM UTC
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Thrown into the depths of life. Drawing from ones first breath. The will to be. Not knowing what will be at this time. Yet not needing to know. For it is the first yet not the last time, we'll be free.
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May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 2:31 AM UTC
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