it is hopeful

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt


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. 

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in a post. I want to be remembered

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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IWGD

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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