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༊ - 𝟏𝟐𝐚𝐦 | 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 8, 1998𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨a spasm of thoughts and the moon continues to wane. to sleep is to fade away, held together by fragile strings of stingy lavender and painted islands. it's 1am now and my mind wanders.…
