no longer writing in the third person

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

in a post. I want to be remembered

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

bro i read nothing in my life

the site i am dreaming

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

I Write Goodbye Letter

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason