DEAF + DUMB + DONE
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eight april
one : twenty-two a.m.
there is a faint hum coming from somewhere on the other side of the window screen. the air feels just like it should. not too cold.
it's coming. almost here.
and i love not worrying about things. walking barefoot down the hall curly haired messy eyes.
music : nothing
literature : nothing
fixation : willow trees