Author… if I catch you… imma tell your ass to keep going, 'cause stories that keep my brain woke are exactly what I enjoy. So yeh, keep going.
It’s been maybe 5–6 years, and to this day, I still use this to cry every night.
And no — you might think I’m crying because of the doctor and Lewis, but you’d be wrong. I’m crying because of Adolf. Or Wenxu. I don’t even know anymore. This man has me so depressed it made me wrote poems or prose? idk
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