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of school, and yearbooks will be signed, lockers emptied, books lost or returned, graduation will commence, i will cry because a lot of my friends are leaving and not just that, but so am I and it doesnt seem to HIT me as it should.
i will not see these people again for a year, if I even see most of them. newlifenewlifenewlife
close to leaving for maryland.
close
and once i'm there, it will not *HIT* me. i will be just like this, but i will be on further earth removed from you (as a rotting poet & playwright would like to say). and it doesnt much matter because the point is, you arent around.
not that i wont have fun.
i will live.
its just a bit softer and slower
number.
close to the end of all of this. the pivitol moment i wait for ALL year long.
and i'm not even smiling yet.
nothing *HITS* me anymore.
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squint
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not....quite......yet.
a photograph crumpled in her collection. I was doing a project, using tim because tim was the only dead person I knew and it seemed like the right thing.
her couch had dog hair all over it and smelled like Janet, a distinct scent my moms best friend left lying around. I fondled away the dust, sticking to my greasy fingerprints. this will work.
I got an A because he was the only dead person I knew. i think I cried while writing the assignment, but will it ever matter now? my memories are shattered down to the time when he said he'd cut janets neck open with his beer can while she was driving.
I don't like weddings much after that. But I don't think the bride knew about it, and maybe the next wedding i go to will be my own for that reason.
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chloe
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I'm so close to the end and all I can think about is getting laid for the last time
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josie
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and we all held our breaths in solomn preparation, silence from the masses..
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020916
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juan anderson
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some caution take away the startled mammory
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020916
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rolling stone speaks
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of being silent. Sometime my voice will be onstage accompanied by his guitar. I don't care who hears anymore.
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what's it to you?
who
go
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