witching hour polls and random musings

The things. The people. The smiles. Real and otherwise. The wondering. Why. What. How. When. Just stop. Literally. Stop. Talking. Judging. Sneering. Whispering. Literally. Just. Stop. Fuck this feels heavy. Why is it so fucking heavy? Why so confusing? I don’t understand. The people. Seriously. What the fuck with the people? I don’t understand. I …

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