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the 3pm sun is streaming through the window with glued-on paper flakes illuminating the furniture casting dark shadows against light wood and i'm tasting snow on my tongue and thinking that this feels like freedom
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
snowflake
the 3pm sun is streaming through the window with glued-on paper flakes illuminating the furniture casting dark shadows against light wood and i'm tasting snow on my tongue and thinking that this feels like freedom
Last time everything felt surreal, but now I feel real. It feels great to be real.
crystallaiz
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
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