It's that funny feeling again, of being on the edge of a precipice, swaying, tipping, the wind pushing against gravity's insistent tug, and my mind a blank - leaving the question of "What's next?" dangling in midair as I consider the objects around me; shirts, pants, a mess of sheets, two pairs of glasses, two pairs of legs, arms, hands, feet. I
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what can i say? i wish you the best!
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*does a dance*
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