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[goodglory]

i see myself in some chair. the carpet is bluish. im eating these tablets and they're yellow. not the yellow of wallauer's wallpaper, just the yellow of my great granma's canary birdie. and im drooling. i really don't feel anything anymore and when you touch me i forget who you are. and then you're someone else and i see you walking out of the door of the glass case and sometimes you bring me flowers and they are purple i put them on my windowsill where i spend a lot of my time just staring out into people walking below. i cant see their faces most of the time, usually they wear umbrellas to stop the water falling. only i see their hands swaying together. and sometimes my mom is there. she lives near my house. she doesnt see the people i see, she sees the water. her eyes dont look the same as they did.
one day i want the person that i forgot to come get me. but they cant. they can go through the glass but i cant.

i know this is our story. i just hope my heart wins out over my brain. i hope i live to see the ending.