moment of weakness

i can't play coy
i'm trying to cope with youth
like i used to with dysphoria
it's a bitter battle
it's a better one
-s

100 posts makes a resolution and a conclusion

Admissions Made in Careful Lack of Context

perhaps i have under-anthropomorphized you over time

Grant

i am, at once, upset over the progression of Florian Thauvin, and worried about the intricacies of becoming a singularity

e.g. there are a hundred players capable of crossing the ball only as far as the near post, and presumably even more that have been claimed by a dead spot in space and time

and you choose to postulate that Marseille is not the place for you

we are proxies for much darker truths

Embitterment

still, we duel
met in the square
we both drew early
for air
but you drew for words and i drew for breath
and i was the one who walked away and you are the one who stands victorious