I hate having to be fine for people liek who even are you people who are these people who am I where am I what is going on why is there screaming I know the answer to all of these things but I’m freeweeezzinf it’s so cold I’m shivvvering who are these people I hear screamingi hear I hear loud noises from far away they aren’t loud it’s just noise and the presence of many the red presence of many and the eyes al the eyes all of them everywhere all around all the time I who are these people there’s constant buffeting of the winds there’s fucking like all these people and god damn it it shouldn’t matter but the fear the fear the walking dead just like a one winged dove wings a sings a song soundscape like sounds like I’m shivering
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