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.

yes

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

in a post. I want to be remembered


"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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it is hopeful

Better Lift

Style

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

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Can I see