I typed everything I felt. The essence of everything I sought high school to be.
A melange of desire and sloth.
Could it be? Have I committed the deadly 7?
My goals, vivid. But I choose to lust over the future.
Do I just appreciate fantasy ? Do I live in reality?
I stop at the period, and I hit ctrl+w. A chill dances along my spine. I couldn't do it.
Secrets forever?
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You're such a mystery.
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