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she's the best of us
He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.
This is like Kim Dokja with the fourth wall
this seems like an in universe poem someone would write about him because no one can tell what he looks like
He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.
This is like Kim Dokja with the fourth wall
this seems like an in universe poem someone would write about him because no one can tell what he looks like
the author's barely disguised attempts to get you to eat a healthy meal. the author's barely disguised desire for you to get enough sleep. the author's barely disguised encouragement for you to take better care of yourself. the author's barely disguised hope for you to feel better tomorrow than you do today. the author's barely disguised longing for you to make it through tonight, and the next night, and the night after that. the author's barely disguised love for you, dripping off of every page
Kellie Smith
January, 1933 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]