you know who you are. no more time, not like
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specific.
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.
Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
It Will Get Lighter
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the
morning, when I'm not quite right.
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?
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