Thinking about everything that may or may not be coming your way. Thinking about everything you have left behind. Everything you pretend to leave behind. Everything, born new, you try to make and force people to think you've grown beyond. You haven't. ?Yoiu are ertarded,-= /You are retarded. You have grown and changed, but what you are is still thoroughly flawed. You did not pass "go." You fought for it. Triumphed even. You did not pass inspection. I am pissed and in love.
I do not invoke accents. It bleecx. It bleeds. Remind a self that I am just like you. Horatio! /
I feel horribly deaf. Root for. Poesis. Root for Poe. Sunrise is a /default. One eye. Bumper, crumple, zone5.
///The Postal Service - "We Will Become Silhouettes (remastered)"
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