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crouching in small spaces, inside our small minds, leaving the burden of existing squarely upon a pulsating host. seeing without perspective, moving without dimensions, and still confined. you want to give up, crawl even further, recede, forfeit integrity for safety. i listen, ear pressed firmly against door, tensing with anticipation

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[ex_diagram665]

"i am claustrophobic, which i extend for poetic purposes in a figurative sense to people (presumably those that i am close to) with regard to their shallow minds and values. some people are having a conversation in the another room, which i am listening in on (i am intent on hearing something in particular).

not liking this relationship with [unspecified guy] is taking its toll on me, causing me to overemphasize aspects of it (for example, crying while standing on a balcony and cinematically envisioning the possibility of said guy catching a tear as it fell). yet, for some reason, i will always love said guy."

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mm, you must be fascinated with me to take such time.

darling,

[vast_aire]

you having fun in "fargo, north dakota?"

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it smells great here.

[vast_aire]

i like that "in the night time" clip.

we need to talk. you should come around sometime.