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What happens when only one wants forever? The other only wants a little slice of forever. I might have deluded myself by thinking. My decisions were the best at the time. Like a marble statue missing its head. There was once a living man that lost his. I imagine his eyes saw a glimpse of
I wrote this while watching a movie as I sometimes get the urge to do this because I rarely do only one thing at a time except for a few things that demands my concentration. This doesn’t make much sense but here it is anyway. This would probably be better as a poem. How twisted

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