s e v e n t y - f i v e

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i didn't feel numb anymore.

i didn't feel like i want to die anymore.

because life is just too precious. time is too precious. it's sand slipping out our hands. and it won't stop. it won't stop for anyone. not even me, or you. my hands we stuck in my pockets as the bitting winds slowly intoxicated me slowly. it was chattering my fingertips away. the juxtaposition of it all made me off balance a little. the slowly whistles of the birds filled my ears.


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