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There should be a name

A name for that feeling of being alone

& not alone in the physical sense

But alone in a way that you still feel alone

Amongst your best friends

Because when push comes to shove

Nobody cares about anyone

Except themselves

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I wish

IT'S SOO TRUE

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meirl

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i wish i was thinner but i also wish that i didn’t wish I was thinner

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I Think

My thoughts are

First graders

Refusing to stay

Within a line

So I can understand them.

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the internet is an inherently haunted place if you think about it like. it's so weird to see long abandoned discussion boards stuck in a snapshot of the past, old conversations between kids from over a decade ago who have now grown into their own lives, obituaries taking the form of half finished profiles. and the silence that fills the gaps between. there's a constant ghostly record of each generation's thoughts, fads, their sense of humour. back when the future was at their fingertips. even stranger, people you used to know exist openly in that space, and they watch you watching them. if you want, deceased musicians can play through your headphones. there's always an underlying sense of reminiscing and time escaping our ever shortening attention spans. what a fuckin graveyard