Please forget me. You were right, dear, I am cold and self-involved. And though I'll miss you, recent lover, I am weak, and therefore fold... Get distracted by my music, think of nothing else but art! I'll write my loneliness in poems, if I can just think how to start: "Dot my I's with eyebrow pencils, close my eyelids, hide my eyes. I'll be idle in my ideals; think of nothing else but I."
—from Small Hands, a song by Keaton Henson
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| 1. | (keegant) | 152.41 | 98.8% | 2024-02-23 |
| 2. | (charlieog) | 120.98 | 98.6% | 2024-02-14 |
| 3. | (clergy) | 110.43 | 96.8% | 2024-02-10 |
| 4. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 98.66 | 98% | 2024-01-14 |
| 5. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 84.75 | 97.4% | 2024-04-03 |
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