i think i'd like to get married in this chapel.
"on one side of the bed"
Awakening
In a fog of your farewell:
i can't see a potential future between us.
And all I loved
I loved alone.
Don't think about friends
Don't think about school
Don't think about anything
Just think about sleep.
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There is an inhuman amount of mucus clogging my facial cavities. The metaphor writes itself.
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