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Their luster gone Increasingly, they are falling apart, so small have the fixed stories become which, once sifted out from the daily events represented my life and identity And fewer people still know the details that make me a real person Fortunately, I haven't become those stories of my life and better off with the reality of my gradual disappearance
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:36 AM UTC
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Their luster gone Increasingly, they are falling apart, so small have the fixed stories become which, once sifted out from the daily events represented my life and identity And fewer people still know the details that make me a real person Fortunately, I haven't become those stories of my life and better off with the reality of my gradual disappearance
Anecdote = a story, not given out Collection "The Yellow House Museum"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:36 AM UTC
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