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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at 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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
I am below everything.
in a post. I want to be remembered
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
send link
the site i am dreaming
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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no longer writing in the third person
wait what is that
yeah
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
idk
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03