My thoughts are disappearing. I try to think back to who I was seeing last week, I remember a cat, large windows. Someone else came over too. I kissed her as she was leaving, it’s not usually like that, I pinned her against my wall and she said she wished I had done that earlier. After she left I felt like I had to detox, I looked at myself in the mirro…
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