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

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. way too specific.

"Put a blanket."

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Rain, starting

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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13, H, grate

IWGD

it is hopeful

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

hello reader,

I Write Goodbye Letter

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