magnetisation/form
division of reality is straying away from it
and the fake qualifier
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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier