Brooken down bracelet clock

Time, piece of it scatterd all around an empty room, close in gaps like twilight… Future afterglow, speed, some broken knoldge about some old forsaken feelings, just becoming like a soup boiling in a orfphanage place …. killing some mosquito with bear heands far, far but so close to our goal.
I enter, say something and then grab a fork and then open a can with some food, mushrums and some rice mixed with some pork meat… grab a good hold from a wwine bootle coold like ice… We are there, hm we are expeld like a broken teth from normal activity like human civilian, we overthink and we haddto choose life itself or dead end, we are the rest is history!

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