i am bored enough to try this. i feel like i am going to puke, my jaw is locked with the residue of a night of tension, the stars a sandpaper blanket somewhere behind the watery ceiling. i am alone in this as my body morphs slowly towards something i may never have the chance to understand. i always wanted a baby til the day the seed of one
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