Yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,
But all that lives is born to die.
And so I say to you that nothing really matters,
And all you do is stand and cry.
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Nonchalance.
A collection of some stories of mine, written and meant to be read with, you guessed it, nonchalance.
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