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I feed like a baleen whale. Traveling and filtering, traveling and filtering until the day I die.
This month has only just now reached the halfway mark, and I'm already filled with dread. I've had a full year to figure this out, and I'm still calling her name in my sleep despite the fact that every waking moment is my own. But it's coming down the pipes again. And I'll be the only one saving the date, sharpening my knives.
There are two versions of myself, and a third one quickly emerging. I was having trouble deciding which one to hold underwater until he stopped kicking, but now another one? I need to get out of here before this gets worse.
Find me a full moon. I need to a good excuse to be this crazed.
This month has only just now reached the halfway mark, and I'm already filled with dread. I've had a full year to figure this out, and I'm still calling her name in my sleep despite the fact that every waking moment is my own. But it's coming down the pipes again. And I'll be the only one saving the date, sharpening my knives.
There are two versions of myself, and a third one quickly emerging. I was having trouble deciding which one to hold underwater until he stopped kicking, but now another one? I need to get out of here before this gets worse.
Find me a full moon. I need to a good excuse to be this crazed.