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the last sunset

huh
Wednesday, June 13, 2007

I asked,

"What is it like to be perfect?"

And you answered,

".. you really think that I'm perfect?"

I answered,

"No. Well, yeah. That's why I'm asking, duh. You do too much fishing."

And then,

"You think I'm perfect? How's this for perfect..."

I can't breathe properly. Proximity is lost. I can't think. I'm high.

*BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*

Hello, new school year. I hate you, by the way.

smiled at the sun again @ 8:25 AM,




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