Lost inside completion
The world looks so strange,
through the bigger lense of everything.
Matter, time, space,
We are all existent,
Upon the time of waves.
Was it choice or was it fate?
Who will truly know?
cause I feel we're alway late,
to the show
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| Auteur: sniperium | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 juli 2023 | ||
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