....i am not pleased. with how much I'm interested in you. i wish it wasn't so obvious to me. i want to go back to idle. and not fucking feel it. want to not feel my mouth start smiling when I see you. .fuck. .my. .luck.
i overheard a transient outside my job today talking about surviving unusual odds, and how people can endure alot, without giving into fading out
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all i'm seeing through my eyes are bridges, don't cross, just be placed upon. all i feel is wind, and mist. all i smell is sea and salty air. all i want is to let go.