TheVerr33
The bird flew over my head.
A single feather fell in front of me.
Shapes, the things you learn about when you are in high school geometry. They slowly become the bane of your entire being. Geometric patterns soon consume your daily thoughts because they are everywhere you look. I hate shapes.
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