I’m sitting alone in my room under a dim light, listening to anything by Adrianne Lenker. It’s a quiet afternoon sometimes I hear birds chirping, and then everything goes quiet again. Every now and then a page of my book makes that soft paper sound when I turn it, and the room feels even quieter after. it feels a little surreal.
it's march 7th, a Saturday, I'm 19 and i will never be here again.
it's march 7th, a Saturday, I'm 19 and i will never be here again.
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