Thank you, Jack
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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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.
what do you mean
whats your name?
no i haven't really read anything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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Can I see
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
but i respect your search
autonomy of learning
hello reader,