6. I press my ear against the wall to listen to the office next door.
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5. I don't know why I look through things. I don't mean any harm. Curiosity lives in this cat. I won't be killed.
4. Found an old notebook. Fluffy handwriting. Last page: "Doormen sell naked women 0.25c. Good pickles and white wine". Scribbly hearts.
3. I am bored. I rummage through my boss's messy drawers. Pink paper glitter straws, expired cola bottles, gas relieving pills.
2. Today in particular is a long day. It is snowing outside and I feel compelled to jump out the window and fly.
1. I work alone in a small office. Don't mind the solitude.
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Sometimes Like Poison
Everything new within your eyes was everything you feared in disguise.
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Good evening friends.. not sure how to get started on here writing longer forums/blogs.. anyone can help?
Stuck in my echo chamber journal.
This body holding me reminding me that I am not alone. This body makes me feel eternal all this pain is an illusion.