transcendence

Evelyn

transcendence

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A glass of milk, a scratched and yellowed desk at school, coffee too hot on a sofa whose springs are starting to weaken, a good book to lose yourself in and a sleep to entertain yourself in, that's how you lived, and that gave you it was as empty as it was meaningful, and you would change everything while not daring to change anything. [ficlet] [angst]
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