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oh, baby i love you so bad and i didnt mean to. three years, and nothing changed, my fun friends say. and that two hot loners left only looking at each other, year after year, numbers went 0 and we went, let’s go 1.

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oh, baby i love you so bad and i didnt mean to. three years, and nothing changed, my fun friends say. and that two hot loners left only looking at each other, year after year, numbers went 0 and we went, let’s go 1.
It doesn't have to make sense. You don't have to feel happy about the past. Continue on, stay fly, say hi to Ai - and you will find your wait was worth it. I promise you that, if you keep going, and stick with this sticky thing 'life', it will be worth it. The clouds WILL pass. You will feel good again.
And So She Believed
ROSE SEASON APPROACHING
Nothing prepares you for goodbye, because nothing can. Being alive hurts, no one tells you this in school, though its elementary. Pain in exercise is translated into pleasure due to the goal the exercise reaches. I must also devise a goal strong enough to make the pain seem like pebbles on a pleasure-climb to somewhere entirely divine. Then the ice and fire will dance in its own dying light, the static ecstasy of our paradoxical existence shining like the dreamy stars that speak of worlds to come from a place already dead.
Sam shivers into form in front of me. I am sitting outside, on my bench in my rose garden. Twilight is gone and night-time has arrived with a thrill. I would smoke away reality if only I could. But I cannot run much like I cannot hide. The hurt in my eyes is obvious, they scream why did you leave.
I spent a long while looking for you on tumblr today. I know your page name, but you’ve got so many privacy settings on that I can’t find your page. I thought I could follow you, because then maybe you would glance at my page and see this, this right now, where I speak out into the darkness and hope you sense my light.
I like a good skyline. I think we all like to see dreams climb the sky.
Kind is the new shock factor.