Tonight I sit in silence. Fuzzy silence.
If I wished for time to speed up, to take me past where I am, would it be so bad?
Why does life have to be such a fucking learning experience?
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She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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