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Keystrokes

With every keystroke, I lose it. The days grow so long; time is but a figure on my imagination, to which only I prolong. Stop typing, stop wishing, silent sit, close the eyes. I wonder is it worth it, even the present I cannot visualize. If not for my Jedi’s to you, I would not [...]

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