well all float on okay

[bloomondemand]

we sit behind ourselves when we talk about death. we dont pretend to be afraid, we don't pretend to know the facts of the matter, the feeling just before. there is a table spread infinitely out infront of us. you say you almost died once. i laugh at first, but you don't understand, and so i ask you how. but it doesnt concern you anymore. you say

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:(

[anonymous]

emily.. i desperately miss the old days. love you! jamie.