papers and files and documents, folders and binders and clear plastic sleeves. paperclips in different colours, section 1, paragraph 3, our life through bank statements. these things make us legitimate.
the photograph of us two years ago, a few days after we met, it's our faces and our smiles. i think a strange part of me knew this would all happen. is that even possible, even a little bit?
every day deserves a drink. we are counting down, and i cannot wait for my head to be free from this cloud. making up bizarre reasons for them to deny, our brains go towards the worst. at least mine does.
another two and a half years, we will be given this time free. we are given a line to draw.
the photograph of us two years ago, a few days after we met, it's our faces and our smiles. i think a strange part of me knew this would all happen. is that even possible, even a little bit?
every day deserves a drink. we are counting down, and i cannot wait for my head to be free from this cloud. making up bizarre reasons for them to deny, our brains go towards the worst. at least mine does.
another two and a half years, we will be given this time free. we are given a line to draw.
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