JEE-CRAWLING-HOVAH.
We used to live in a place called FACTORYTOWN. One word. No breathing inbetween.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Last Night.
Last night I dreamt I was hugging a dead man. And it's the most comfort I've felt in months. It was just so real. He was warm. And solid. And my nose caught slightly on his robbers ears as I cried into his shoulder.
I loved him.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
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