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

the site i am dreaming

bro i read nothing in my life

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

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i really havent

and the fake qualifier

was it worth it

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

13, H, grate

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barren land

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