i wonder how many breaths it took for your clock to end. how long it was before your time was up and you were gone. these are the questions that have been haunting me since it happened.
YOU ARE READING
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Random[finished] thoughts are whispers floating in the wind, capturing every part of our being in the way only we know [lowercase intended]
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i wonder how many breaths it took for your clock to end. how long it was before your time was up and you were gone. these are the questions that have been haunting me since it happened.
