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full force failure and my fruition's falling through, guiding light losing its fight and my contention's losing truth. faking flight to convince my mind that it will all be over soon, but before my eyes the sun came up and im still pacing round the room. i found the folio filled with pictures, some of him and some of you, in that moment i forgot tomorrow and knew exactly what to do. i got right up and walked right up to interupt your weekend afternoon, burst in without a knock, and with a toss to your frock pictures flew around the room, before they hit the floor i was out the door, still screaming, "how could you?"