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their words drip onto my open wounds like a salted lemon.
i feel forgotten already.
ruffles and gravy said i was turning into a hobbit.
seems that way. i've been dwelling my little cavern with visitors from time to time.
rarely going to the cafeteria.
often going to my bed, and closing my eyes until the clock has added, sometimes, subtracted three or four.
lay awake in the dark.
my memories swiftly knock three times.
i forgot to deadbolt the door again.
last weekend was a welcome oasis.
brian & kelly stayed the weekend.
sean, chris, and eric swung around friday.
it's been less than two weeks that i've been here.
mixed bag.
i feel forgotten already.
ruffles and gravy said i was turning into a hobbit.
seems that way. i've been dwelling my little cavern with visitors from time to time.
rarely going to the cafeteria.
often going to my bed, and closing my eyes until the clock has added, sometimes, subtracted three or four.
lay awake in the dark.
my memories swiftly knock three times.
i forgot to deadbolt the door again.
last weekend was a welcome oasis.
brian & kelly stayed the weekend.
sean, chris, and eric swung around friday.
it's been less than two weeks that i've been here.
mixed bag.