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i wonder what it is you want to surface.

i’m stuck on my step. the lack of choices overwhelm me in the shape of masked choices. i think it will get colder but i don’t know, and i think the snow will come and bury me soon, but i don’t know. i’m stuck on my step, i know.

fuk, shit, Panic

i don’t reflect much

I like this.