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It Will Get Lighter

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13, H, grate

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Pimlico Rats

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

in a post. I want to be remembered

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

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

Rain, starting

whats your name?

i was tempted to lie about my name

sorry i am texting like a slav

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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isaac

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