The wet, dark woods… that’s where you’ll find me. The big spooky forest in my mind. Everyone has their place they slip to even when they’re sitting at a traffic light or biting the inside of their gums during a work meeting, trying hard not to hurl themselves through the office building window/ down onto the parked cars below/ dead/ maybe squirming a bi…
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