the rocks were always too smooth and the grass always too slippery, the earth unstable beneath my feet. so i walk along the black asphalt, stretching miles ahead (nobody knows where it ends) and i stare at the spotted ground--rust stains where the water ran uphill. and every so often, i look off to the side, seeing grey concrete dotting the grass,
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i love you and i hope your happy and i wish you would call because i dont know how or if that makes any sense at all. im at work and i cant think about anything at all except for hdmi cables and input settings and searching for sat signals and sometimes inside i think there is no signal at all, can't be in order for me to keep on processing all of this.
*hugs*
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love you too
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