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oblivion, it's been my choice until now. chasing what i most fear, the art of an artless life. idk maybe my 30s will magically grant me 3 more wishes at life. a sense of renewal despite my decaying vessel. and i guess my life isn't totally artless, if my shitty poetry counts for anything.