After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
but i respect your search
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
kind of mythopoesis
we need to be deconstructing our identities
autonomy of learning
whats your name?
lol
i understand
so at the end
ahnaf abrar