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Drink Me.
Long week; long nights and days; long hours filled with obscure and indescribable yearnings; emptinesses that are tiny and intimate yet also swallow me up.
I feel like one of the reasons I am so unwilling to explore the changed territory of my inner self is how averse I am to encountering some of the people I've let in there, in the last few years. I'm waiting for the memories to die, for the tape to be over-written with something else. (I know it doesn't work that way).
Hmm.
I feel like one of the reasons I am so unwilling to explore the changed territory of my inner self is how averse I am to encountering some of the people I've let in there, in the last few years. I'm waiting for the memories to die, for the tape to be over-written with something else. (I know it doesn't work that way).
Hmm.
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o.o
also, miss you. Like missing a finger.