The thoughts have stopped connecting. The feelings on their own. The world keeps revolving. With nothing truely known. (not sure how formatting works, this is supposed to be a 4 line poem)
The thoughts have stopped connecting. The feelings on their own. The world keeps revolving. With nothing truely known. (not sure how formatting works, this is supposed to be a 4 line poem)
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