I can't decide whether I want to write or not,
my eyes are being pulled back through my skull and my body just wants to be horizontal,
because sitting up is just to complicated to think about at this point.
I want all of the trees to be red, orange and yellow because it makes the world seem so unreal.
I feel sick
come spend time with me.
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