One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life