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Mar 28
Never turned
into "one day."

No one became
someone.

"Maybe" faded,
transforming
into reality.

"Never" never ceased to be,
it became
a possibility.

And "none"
vanished into the air
when the right one arrived.
my soul
Written by
my soul  Other/Submerged in the System
(Other/Submerged in the System)   
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