thethorn
you sure were a plague to me.
november i was sick.
november i was deathly, ill.
november i was plagued.
and it was because of you.
but march?
march, i'm cured.
and you're still here.
so don't worry, about being a plague. because it appears i'm stronger than i lead on.
i already wrote about cities many times before. how many times can i repeat these words? i wish they were infinite instead of so awfully constricted. i don't know what to say anymore to even come close to how i feel.
sometimes i wonder what it'd be like to live in a big city that i love. other times i think i'd like to be away from as many people as possible. not living on the head of a pin with millions of them. but in a city, it's easy to get lost. it's easy to get away. the one thing that ISN'T easy? being found. i'd rather not be found. that sounds slightly horrifying, if i'm being honest.
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