Maximilian Birkl

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Come back, he said to his childhood self. Where are you? Did I kill you? I still feel you near sometimes, or catch you falling out of me. I still like dessert. I still dream of Mama. But I feel so old now and you are so far away and hell, the world is pointless.
Geometry for Ocelots
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