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￭ n_everending story 
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this minute is killing me
is undressing its time slowly rounding its seconds at small and regular intervals it doesn’t even know that it’s mine it’s going to be over it will never come back I accelerate take pictures cry love hate fuss every passing moment becomes more unique than the previous one in the gap between the last two a breath of air opens up I am afraid to take it
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