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The Words are already on the page, what's missing is the ink.
All the white messy space, spanning from the crisp, bleached corners...
Create an indelible imprint of your being, do not go silently into the dark.
The flicker of light behind your eyes should be read by someone again...
No matter what came before.
No one transcends. We are all free.
All the white messy space, spanning from the crisp, bleached corners...
Create an indelible imprint of your being, do not go silently into the dark.
The flicker of light behind your eyes should be read by someone again...
No matter what came before.
No one transcends. We are all free.
