June 1, 2010
time is running out as the days pass quickly. i quit, she says. she lies and knows the impossibility of the final days are too far away. you like me, you really like me. why should i stop? just because i said i would, could, should? you're right but not always right. right? stop. go. maybe slow, wait too slow. faster.
there's that wall again. always in my way. run away.
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