its very, very, quiet.
i have to grit my teeth to find rythym in here.
this is so strange, romantic even.
an empty room. empty that is except for my bed and i.
and you of course, but you're always in the room, that doesnt count.
this definately feels final.
im definately being pushed out of some kind of nest.
falling.
falling.
fly.
the past to days have been sensational.
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