colour
blue
green
light
pale
dark
brown
red
various

the wild winds around you
People don’t remember me really. It’s not a paranoid thing, I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn’t bother me all that much. Except I guess that’s a lie; it does.

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"I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.”
— David Shields, How Literature Saved My Life
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