It is another day, the rest of yesterday gone like to day will be. I smoke to welcome the ease of the day, the nice breeze blowing down Sever st. A moment with this journal,, with it's own butterflys, stomach knots, to even come here.. or not really ,, i am to hope i would i guess,, for i don't edit these much,, and should and yet,, life is a fever
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I could only read this entry because I guess I should be sleeping, but you seem very cool. Wanna talk?
Have an awesome night. :)
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