initially, it felt tired — all of that hype nailed into the foreword… for something reminiscent of my gcse creative writing? the early version — as someone that doesn’t write.i, all too fond of emdashes, all too fearful of boundaries and constraint, terrified most intensely by structure. drenched most reluctantly by desire.
it is growing on me. unfortunately, markedly by: rape, charges, wandering thoughts
— Aug 31, 2026 03:59AM
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