Well,
they're gone - all of them.
It's not the numbers that I'm worried about, because I can recall the ones that matter easily enough. It's the messages.
The sms's that I keep because they're close to me, they hit chords in different keys and with many different instruments - on the inside; and they're all gone.
.. .Sigh. Here's a random photo. ..
[The D. is for D33H, which is me. kthx]
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Placebo - Sleeping With Ghosts
The sea's evaporated, though it comes as no surprise. These clouds we're seeing, they're explosions in the sky. It seems it's written, but we can't read between the line. Hush. It's okay. Dry your eyes, dry your eyes. Soulmate dry your eyes, dry your eyes. Soulmate dry your eyes. Soulmates never die... This one world vision, turns us into compromise. What good's religion, when it's each other we despise? Damn the government, damn the killing, damn the lies. Hush. It's okay. Dry your eyes, dry your eyes. Soulmate dry your eyes, dry your eyes. Soulmate dry your eyes. Soulmates never die... Soulmates never die. Never die. Soulmates never die. Never die... Soulmates never die - Soulmates never die - Soulmates never die - Soulmates never die...