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when I'm rich and famous I want to look back on how I would write basically a time capsule. feel free to laugh or roll your eyes idk

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by bobpotato1

by bobpotato1

I love the way my breath fills the room, like liquid in a tub

I love the way the wood ignites my feet as if it was a hot pot

I love the way my body freezes, like a sculpture

I love the way the blankets embraces me as if it was a clouded shower

I love the way it feels

a/n: i guess i love the way it feels?