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May 01, 2005 17:10

[Listening to: The Used "Maybe memories"]

[I'm feeling: emo.]

"She seemed to him, as he now thought of her, to have in herself deep wells and knee-deep meadows of happiness, rivers of freshness, enchanted gardens of leisure, which he could not enter but could have spoiled. She was one of those other people who could enjoy things for their own sake. She was not like him. It was well that she should be rid of him."
-C.S. Lewis

I'm not alright anymore, that is, if I was to begin with.

Travis
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