the way we tiptoe past our yesterday life and yesteryear love
trying hard to be thin as air, silent as stone
as not to awaken ...the sentiments that echo in your ears
it's just
so
fucking
cute

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might as well start a journal here, what the heck. it's the genre of my life, after all. to stare at someone else's art and mumble stuff as i pass by. some day i'll turn into the perfect passerby. is that deviant enough to be here?