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impractical idealism. you always catch the clock it's 11:11. revelation. because we got in the fucking car and it was 8:11. thankyou/.i've already composed the perfect sentence, the appropriate comeback,. i know what i'm thinking, and trust me i'm thinking. but i can't ever seem to get words to come out of my mouth. if i knew why, i'd do something to fix it. oh,god. but when it comes to you, i'm not sure if im thinking anything. i'm not sure if my mind can actually work when you're sitting right in front of me. because everything is done through text messages and typing. because i think of everything after, and oh because, it's really not like i'd be able to say anything to your face anyway. and after everything you are the one person i should be able to say anything to. maybe it was the distance, maybe it was the time. fuck, and i guess the stuff is being said at some point,? i'm not just forgetting about it.