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| one thing: i miss gail. i can't fill anyone's shoes, especially hers. nobody seems to be able to. | | |
| "And the black and white answer... but what is the question exactly for this black and white answer so I can answer it to the fullest?" There is no answer and the golden judgment comes with time (if ever) so there are only options to life. And so, I will be excellent at what ever I choose to do and I will not fear. I will only understand all reactions and effects. I will take a risk.
A risk. Not the game.
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| "so what'd you make on drum line this year?"
"the tuba."
yes, i have been cut... and all i want to do at this moment is disapear. | | |
| A poem for Emmi.
You have dark hair You dance to you beautiful music You truely appreciate lyrics ; ) We used to scream long together Remember guy hunting? I do. You knew about alan before anyone else You still have butterfly power I no longer have the UN locker, but maybe a UN house? You named me Chae, a name i love. You are emmi, and i want to grow old and play cards with you when we have dentures I remember you.
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| currently playing: silence.
I am scared sometimes, it's so silly. I'm so caught up in maybe having a relationship with someone that i forget myself.
insanity, madness hiding everywhere. time to let the world know, welcome madness say hello.
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