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there's really nothing much to say.. the days passes.. fungi makes me all sleepy [still]

having this urge to lock myself up... isolate... be that sad little girl
run away and hide.. this is not my place.. there should be someone else in this place.. they want someone else in this place.. they accept me but.... something's missing.... something's missing something's missing....

wait for me.. outside.. will you hold on? can you hold on?
I know that you are waiting... at least with this thought I comfort myself... I am waiting too

silent