food: pancakes, butter, syrup, coffee
animal: rilakkuma
mood: soft camilla tea cuddles, listening to music, while studying
song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMYRZ9deYMA

soft, sweet, silence
dripples of water
ressonating
assuring me
that time is passes
that time is fortunately
passing
i fold myself up
and become a plushy ball
after all
there's no harm and hurt in here
just the muffled sound of my own breathing
telling me i exist
only i
only me

 

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