maybe i'm just going through the first days of school depression. where you can't find your voice in a new place - everyone's a ghost; you see a face one day... make agonizing small talk in hopes that it will turn into good conversation the next day, only you'll never see that particular face again. not consecutively enough to get out of that
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Later days,
Jo
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