[ Well. it's almost midnight and Will's no stranger to the way depression seems to hit at random among the family of boys all living with one Steve Harrington, so Will doesn't even consider the fact that this might not be meant for him. ]
i generally try my best not to
mostly i wonder about what will happen when we die enough times that we get integrated into the landscape here, too, and forget all of this in a different way
text, un:harrington, it's a misfire
you ever think about how when we go home we're not gonna remember any of this
oh noo
i generally try my best not to
mostly i wonder about what will happen when we die enough times that we get integrated into the landscape here, too, and forget all of this in a different way
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maybe that's what happens when people disappear from here
they died one too many times and now they're a betty or one of the cats
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[ well, except... ]
some people have left and come back, though. maybe some people really do get to leave. maybe others are recycled into whatever energy runs this world