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Jun 22, 2007 09:16

i spent some time lat night talking about a particular you. havent done that in a long long time. i dont like looking back when i have learned all that i can. it wastes my time. but you came up and i talked.

felt strange to think on that again. like pulling up brackish water in a long forgotten well and taking a sip from the bucket.

i remember the good. no point in the bad. it exists. its there. why waste my neurons on it. i miss the good.

so the thinking was done and i fell asleep to dreams void of you

woke up thinking id wasted my time.
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