So, today's date made me think - not really so much about war and terrorism and loss, but about time. Five years ago, I was a senior in high school, I was seventeen years old. I don't think I had much hair
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cliche though it is to say shit like this, at around 11 o'clock am 5 years ago, i was crying for the last time until june 2004. sitting in a stall in the boys bathroom, chainsmoking cigarettes, freaking out because i thought my friends might be dead (their apartment at the time was like 5 blocks form ground zero) and getting away with it when a security guard caught me smoking. it were a fucked up day.
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