who cares.
well.
what can i say.
it's just disappointing, burning into the deep areas no one really understands. there's a feeling of being brushed off, and then there's a feeling of grapling at strands of -- nothing. creating strands out of nothing.
who cares, really. who does.
and i hear the dogs barking, growls at random intervals reverberating in the night air, tingling with hollowness.
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far and wee
you and i together mysteriously and always floating
Tuesday, June 20
11:44 PM
