*grab*
*yank*
*pull*
doubled over on my desk,
clutching my chest
OAHEJJKSDADnkjnjksdfnjksdfweLKJ
!!!!
!!!
!!
!
september sinks its claws into me and starts pulling
pulling me closer to october
and eventually november
damnit...november
and the avett brothers pain my heart
and iron and wine is like a cigarette burn on freshly healed skin
does not feel good
nostalgia
nostalgia
nostalgia
nostalgia
so
SO
nosty
nothing in particular
and not someone in particular
just the feeling of having feelings
painful
emotionalism.
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