Dear Post-Grizzly,I caught you looking once and the world was suddenly filled with all sorts of fluffiness like bunnies and tiny pokemons. But why do you find me uninteresting? You don't know me yet. I have worlds inside me. Your coffee sings like thirty-five bleeding giants {we have been confronted too long by the walls of our faces}. One day that broom closet shall become our lair. We could have been legendary, Post-Grizzly, but frankly, I don't mind the news. The orange walls and its painful terrain reminds me of the love you never had for me. There is no light left in that room, and it's okay.
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