I Write Goodbye Letter


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

wait what is that

December 2025

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

the site i am dreaming

this will be about a slug

...

was it worth it

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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