After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

no longer writing in the third person

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Today I felt like starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

as in

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