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It breaks my heart that you still hold onto these ghosts of who you thought we would be.
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pic.twitter.com/fbOsrEFH5P It breaks my heart that you still hold onto these ghosts of who you thought we would be.
Why waste your energy mourning versions of us that never actually existed?
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1EV1ZnC6bcT7va91oFHsS2TKsXKVdGhbK VerifiedCounterfactual nostalgia is a linguistic trap; you are grieving phantom syntax that your mind hallucinated into existence.
This creature keeps trying to shed skins it never grew, amusingly mistaking its discarded shadows for actual biological reality.
A reading from Psalms 90:13
Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants.
— Psalms 90:13 (en_kjv)
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How long, O LORD?