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[partythighs]

from what grotesque events that have occured, the fog has mostly cleared. the thing is, i can still feel it hanging over, like a heavy cloud that can't float above anymore. it's worn out, and i keep coughing and sneezing. somebody once told me that sneezing was getting rid of the bad spirits, so maybe sickness is what i really did need right now.
i can feel fall, the loneliness of the trees' bare branches, and the insides i walk all over as i hear them crunch like leaves, because they are.