Yesterday I thought that if the subway went underground one more time, I might just start on fire. I knew that somehow something unpredictable would happen because why else would I feel so unstabble. Why else would I wish for a tree to grow inbetween me and the two women talking? Because I could be protected, or at least imagine that I was somewhere else and that there was a need to hide.
They cut down the tree in the front yard today which makes sun break into my window very early in the morning. How will this affect my sleeping patterns? Will I be able to breathe the same?
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