Just let me have these moments of sidenote. These alternate endings. There are things that can’t be, would not want to be, changed. And you can get eternally lost in them. Dragged ocean-bed deep by sneaking tendrils. And yet. They are tantalisingly there. All the what ifs and if I’d justs. Waiting for the weak of mind and soul.
I shelter here some days.
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