It’s two:13 a.m. And that i’m sitting down here remembering Chanmyay Yeiktha for no obvious rationale, other than perhaps the body remembers things the thoughts pretends to overlook. The home I’m in now feels also gentle someway. Too many options. An excessive amount of independence. The supporter hums unevenly, my cellphone lights up each in
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It’s two:13 a.m. and I’m sitting down below remembering Chanmyay Yeiktha for no clear explanation, except maybe the body remembers issues the mind pretends to ignore. The room I’m in now feels also comfortable in some way. A lot of alternatives. Too much flexibility. The lover hums unevenly, my mobile phone lights up each twenty minutes like