so ill admire their feathers
our faint grasp on a shroud of mist. a veil over the virginal bride. the toil to which we will submit is not without meaning. the days will come to make sense as we realize our hopes untimely and defeated.
posted by that_robot @ 3:06 AM
it wasn't severance. it was...it was me going out on my own. when i first went off my medication. but then i got a job with nobody helping me. that must've been like 1992. there was nothing i could do because of the illness.
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