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the last sunset

boring class
Thursday, March 15, 2007

People write the most intriguing things when bored, leaving the poor armchairs to their carved-out wooden state.

A long distance love said:

It's questions like, "If the ocean froze and formed into a huge sheet of ice, would you skate to the other side of the world just to hold my hand?"

A similarly emo person said:

Tell me, is it worth it to die a little each day, with hope off turning unrequited love into something beautiful?

Though much sense both make, I write with a half-hearted laugh and a full intention of joking:

When the apple was falling from the tree, it said to gravity: "I'm falling for you." And gravity kept on pulling it and pulling it.. 'till it smashed into a million pieces.
THE END. :)

Geez people, lighten up a bit, there's a lot of acads to throw around and worry about.

smiled at the sun again @ 9:17 PM,




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