wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

and the fake qualifier

...

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

It Will Get Lighter

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I Write Goodbye Letter

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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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Thank you, Jack