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[imbetterthanu]

My fingers feel number. As the leaves turn redder. As the sky gets darker. 5: 43 pm. Blue. 5:50 pm. Navy. 6:04 pm. Pitch black. By the time it took me to tie my shoelaces and walk out of the door. Pitch black, with the faint outlines of lonely trees with crooked branches, silhouettes of rooftops and ominous shadows from occasional streetlights.

Comments

[nolessthentruth]

Very poetic way to say your cold ;) lolz but if you are serious i will give you some tips =)

[imbetterthanu]

are you serious?

[nolessthentruth]

no

[imbetterthanu]

okaaaay.

[zeus_gw]

A marquee you Rock..... <3