Legs look a lot like tree trunks.Ironman is playing in my head.
Some days this house feels so empty. The music echos.
And suddenly I realise that time is almost up. I knew this was coming, but strangely I don't see myself panicing. Only watching from the outside and taking it calmly.
Eleven months is not a long time. Half an hour is a long time. Two days is a long time.
I can't tell the difference between weekend plans and deciding what to do with myself. I wonder if I even care anymore.
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