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Forgotten

The house is empty and my mind is full of temptation, it brings me along these wicked visions of life different. I count the hours and days before I will overcome the things from my past.

I sit and watch destruction on streaming as characters are revealing the stories unfolding like an old map revealing where we’re all going. It’s like I’ve been here once before but but now things are different.

No time to spare as I waste so many hours watching streaming into the late night hours of another day that will soon be forgotten.

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