i'm trying to adjust to the weather like every single summer. i sweat a lot, my chest feels heavy, could use some therapy. or maybe my shitty diet's catching up with me? or maybe it's just myself giving up on me. i try to catch my breath while navigating my way towards the end of this apartment's window's little table; there i'll sit all day with an awful plan trying to be anything but me for just this week. constantly walking a fine line between silence and losing friends.
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