FeatherFace

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The night sky is dotted in bright little specks; the night sky is dotted in monstrous fireballs. I am the size of ten million ants, and I don’t make up even one percentage of the weight of the rock that I’m floating on. Everything matters so much and so little; it is disgusting.
Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
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