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The Scheme Machine by Mr_Vhozza

The Scheme Machine

Mr_Vhozza

Memories of the form ambitions for the future.
They all fade and disappear with no place to go - the echoes keep me company like flakes of black snow.
There ain't much room here in my head, but to do nothing is a lie.

You're always doing something 'til the day you die.

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