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i can't make up my mind on the nature of this day. i can't seem to decide if it is the first or the last of its kind.
it seems to be ripe with possibility -- as if, by chance or magic even, the dream world has crossed into our mangled, dirty one and clashed in idiosincracy. i've never seen sunshine like this and though i know that's a lie -- i love the thought that THIS sunshine, that THESE glimmering rays, exist now only for me -- simply for the goosebumps in my arms; simply to make me smile.
this won't last.