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[mynameisryan]

here's to that sickly part of self.

walking through hurdles has affected my blood. now it sits, waiting. agile.

so much for the last time. all that latent destiny just couldn't control itself. i suppose it will happen again, and i will not be ready.

and. for the other ones. sorry about theother night. it was a completely unintentional span of disjoint.

or so i always tell myself at the time.

i am waiting, but forgetting what i am waiting for. although i never knew, so i am forgetting to wait.

wait.

scratch that last part. things arestill dripping wet, but i might be becoming more absorbent over time. be becoming more forgetful, and harder.