That’s what the darkness feels like, were you listening? There may be cringing, but what I’ve said is inaudibly disgusting. Trying hard gives a result of perish and shame. Can’t you respond? Aren’t you fond of what you can relate to? No, absolutely not, you want fantasy; those things you can’t see, beyond you and me. A time stamp pressures you to remember where you were when I can never remember being. Details and obsessions; she and he felt the way I felt, gosh…we’re the same.
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