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so i've got this idea going, and it's all about soul. it's that sometimes you get people lodged in your soul. and sometimes people carve their names into your soul with some sort of sharp object, the harder it's carved, the longer it's going to take to erode. then again, maybe they don't erode. i'd like to think they don't erode but on third thought, they do erode. of course they erode. i picture my own soul as a rock, but that makes it seem like my soul is unpenetrable, when really things do get to it. actually maybe souls are supposed to be difficult to carve into, so what's there stays longer and you know what's there is really important and means something. so it's like a rock, just a rock that's capable of being scratched. it's not so hard like diamond or soft as graphite, it's somewhere in the middle, something like hematite. anyways, these people that are all lodged up in my soul and keep on weathering it, you make me smile in that way that makes all my excess cheek get scrunched up near my eyes. the most unexpected people carved their names so deep.