the way i feel about the sound of my own voice
how good/bad i feel in my skin
listening to new mount eerie in bed at 2am and the feelings that go along with that
picking leaves like they are flowers
things i see when i am walking around my neighbourhood
conversations with germans who are drunk and soft spoken
dreams about you (still)
the future/change
fears
the detachment i feel from my own life
times i have been in love
how i am like a cat
the cold the cold the cold
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