i wake in my clothes, a simple blanket pulled over me. the laptop open to my face there is no

when your parents teach you not to trust love you become a person in disguise searching, yearning, and scrambling portraying

just about all of us came out of a uterus or something uterus-like out of slime we shine crying, pink,

if you added up all the thoughts in your mind that you've ever had and added up all

look at me a sad sop crying in my chair asking you to come hold me but i'm

there's so much to do all the time thoughts to think and people to try to be it&

the bike path snakes along sand blows across it music I imagine being at home in New York wearing sunglasses

are we ever really here or are we brains and minds experience pleasure and pain until we do are we

starting life with dreams dreams that we later realize were goals goals that we later realize were dreams standing by

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