but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i really havent

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

wait what is that

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

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and the fake qualifier

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

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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

magnetisation/form

bro i read nothing in my life

much more tactility

not their contents

as in

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

hello reader,

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