i dwell in words like "hermit" "recluse" and "settling"
they seem comforting... like chai.
as long as it doesn't ferment in a cup.
don't be mean.
well, i don't have high expectations... what am i left with?
headbands, greasy hair, pretending that coffee helps me.
it's totally mental... and very white.
its so easy. its so hard.
obviously your life is full of drama of that kind.
crossed legs, photoshop.
library visits and stark, awkward contradictions from a beautiful face.
the kindest words.
the simplest touch.
people, people.
enough is enough.
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