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.

barren land

which magnetises chains of pins

we need to be deconstructing our identities

It Will Get Lighter

division of reality is straying away from it

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

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Style

what do you mean

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