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Friday, April 17, 2009

modest mouse...

I have to wonder sometimes why. You know what I mean. “why”. I’m still working towards being completely alone. I’ve never given up on the fact that I’ll end up that way. Just because Miranda chooses to show me favor doesn’t mean I am safe. People like me aren’t safe; we’re always in danger. In danger of dying, being killed, being abused, and abusing. If I could have it my way I would say all my goodbyes, all my apologies and just float away. I could die for something good, maybe, I could die for something plain.
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