It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

1

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

IWGD

I am below everything. 

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

yes

isaac

It Will Get Lighter


Thank you, Jack

we can only engage in such a way