A literary fiction experience.
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Create New Contact
The existing depression made comfortable is leaving me. Fluctuating feelings of feeling and not feeling.
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Boyfriend’s Past
Depression deepened me, and I clawed for the freedom of frigidity teasing me through fogged windows.
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I Won’t Be Found
The reward of bachelorhood overwhelms in moments it can be appreciated. Solitude and free flatulence and snack combinations independent of the nauseated input of someone else. Learning and growth accompanied only by self-judgement, which is at its harshest without the paired judgement of another. I was spoiled alone. I knew where everything was and where…
Figments 