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[capt_groovy]

Sometimes at night I sit and wonder...
When she said to me she missed me Did she actually mean it? Or did she missed the idea of me? The idea of me is perfect. The concept of my being is an exemplary one. But in practice, it breaks down completely.  Slowly cracks start to show up, until  the image is so distorted that you don't even know what you're

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[imbruedgolgtha]

Ideas are almost always perfect until they're carried out. And it's a bad idea to try to carry you out... you squirm too much.