"if shame had a face, i think it would kind of look like mine. if it had a home, would it by my eyes?"
i'm lonely. i still have Elise. but i'm lonely. we don't talk. our mouths move and sounds dribble out but, what have we to show for it? we don't talk about us anymore. we don't talk about our future; we do talk about a future, an abstract
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