existence precedes essence.
your voice was shaking and your body was weak. your bones were shattering and you could barely stand. you did all that you could to stand up straight; to pretend that you had the slightest bit of confidence, but we all knew there was nothing there. you never were much of anything. a pile of dust that blew away with the wind.
(photo: greece, 2010)
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