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15 июля 2022 г., 13:30
That's sort of what it feels like: the helplessness of it. Like standing on the road that leads to here and noticing the path you didn't know existed and not being albe to take it. Like the road that leads to here was never the only road and time made me forget that until these sobing moments when I remember, when the fog clears and I'm lookin back and there's a fork on the ground, another way.
