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[dmbchica516]

and this week it all ends, the summer my childhood the carlisle years we move on we move on we move on we move out and some say they never look back (but their necks are always craned to the side can't help it, small town kids knowing the past forever it is us we, we cannot escape it not now not now not tonight not yet). scratch marks on my arm my

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[somecat]

a week or so late ive just read it drinking in whiskey and water and sad belle and sebatian (with a dash of moun tain goats) and man what have we all become (insane crazy outoftouch thoughtless and plain stopped)? but everything (nothing) else the same: here, this, yours, is rad and honest. and youve still got a few carlisle summers left so dont worry about.

[dmbchica516]

thank you for your comment will. tonight i drink to our carlisle youths, what they were and who we were and who we are now. and tonight i dream of nights and parking lots and drives so fucking long ago, when everything seemed possible and nothing was broken.
i hope to see more of your writing soon.

alex