i want sweet distraction
and laughs
i wasn't cynical for a moment. it was refreshing. it doesn't do good things for the wrinkles between my eyebrows. i'm tired of this house. i'm tired of this place. i'm going to lie under my bed against the door to the porch and beside the heater. you can find me there in the morning. maybe. maybe i'll be out on the porch.
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