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May 26, 2004 22:02

well, i could save you.

turbulance! emergency landing procedure! drop the oxygen masks! euphoria in a shell, baby, you're just a shell.

life ain't so bad. it just gets rough around the edge of collapse. salt stain my skin again, summer season. and and and 'love is truth!' screams the suffering division poets. 'love is truth! love is truth!' you're so fucking naive, kid.

(i'm wondering if anyone can understand this but me. and i don't really care if you can or not. just read on, read on, mr/ms/mrs 'i cry i cry inside')

i don't know. i'm getting pretty tired of routine. i think a thousand someones are counting and they're marking the calendars as sixten gracious days left. my lungs are ready (but i am still able to take you for granted).

i don't know who i'm in love with anymore. my father is an asshole. but i pray for him every night. as i pray for you, too. every night. why? because i believe, damn it. i believe in speaking tongues to myself. i believe that if i keep this one sided conversation going, it will eventually lead to something greater. something greater. something greater.
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