Mark Deedles
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When you build your hopes on sand, they so quickly passes through your fingers, and the tears you shed only become abundantly insignificant as they merge, meaningless as mere drops in the ocean, endless, infinite and inconsequential as the tide pulls them out to sea.
10:45 PM - Jan 21, 2024
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