Sometimes I get this feeling. Something like a nastalgic lonelyness. Things I felt, feelings only, shouded in vague memory, reveal my sadness. But not sad of then, instead sad like a great and indecent regret, long lost and sadly not fully remembered.
Sometimes I think of places, like medusas cave, a large drainpipe near my jr school that we used to frequent to prove our bravery. Or sometimes, a scared mixture if bravery often felt during my night break and enters of schools but no specific schools.
It makes me feel as if I forgot something important, or remembered something I should have done years ago. A sort of unsetteling underlying terror. It’s uncomfortable, and familiar all at once.
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