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Jak
01:15
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jack
you are liike a nap
so fun and cuddly
almost like a rabbd bunny
i dont hateyou you dont smell
you dont even think
*youre not even
going to hell
I love you jack
your a cool kid
no matter what
youre not supid
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flashlight (tfb cover)
04:53
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please fall asleep so i can take pictures of you and hang them in my room, so when i wake, i feel like everything's alright.
you are still here. you are still happy. you are still smiling and laughing. you are still everything i need in my life.
and it goes in and out through the mouth. breathing exercises i can never figure out until i am running and walking and crawling in circles and lying on the ground.
and i can hear your dog whistle from my bedroom. and i can see a flashlight cutting through the trees behind my house.
she says "a lot of the kids we graduated with are now homeless, which puts them in mad shady situations with mad shady people, if not every day, then on an every-other-day basis."
and she's probably with a few of them right now and they are probably just drinking and talking about how she misses getting fucked up and hanging around.
and he says "hey, you're good at that" and she says "thanks. it's kinda i'll i've got." and then she looks away and says "it's also all i need".
i can smell plastic burning i can smell chemicals breaking down. i got your last three emails, the ones where you said, "i was sorting some things out."
and he will be able to hear your dog whistle from my bedroom. and i can see a flashlight cutting up the trees behind my house. and i will read the flashing like a morse-code explanation that will mean nothing but take all night to figure out.
when i am sad, oh god i'm sad. but when i'm happy, i'm not happy. and there's just no place in between for us to meet.
please fall asleep so i can take pictures of you and hang them in my room, so when i wake, i feel like everything's alright.
you are still here. you are still happy. you are still smiling and laughing. you are still everything i need in my life.
i smell plastic burning i can smell chemicals breaking down. i got your last three emails, the ones where you said,
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