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:::by annie:::i remember looking at this window while reading celine. while sipping tea. while listening to kind of like spitting. those days were better. i did what i wanted. and i spent hours lost in myself. and things felt important. and i was excited about everything. i now lay on a bed with calculus notes, blue books, study sheets hearing your voice in the backround. let's go to bloomington now. i can't stand to look out my window when this is where i am. |
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