Thursday, November 16, 2006

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to rip your heart out of your chest and show it to her. bloody. still beating. to see that she doesnt even care enough to think its disgusting. to smoke two dirty cigarettes. throw 'em out the window of your truck and drive away. to know its a neighborhood and a street and trees that will never see you walk her to the door again. and completely get her, still. to know and remain hopeful about the whole crazy thing- independent of her.

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