He sits along a drinks a cup of coffee filled more with his tears than anything else. A broken stick of charcoal lies on an unfinished drawing of a saxophone in his sketchbook. The picture of failure. He waits for life to go one, nearly forgetting how to go with it
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I got your message, but I'm not sure if I'm one of the above mentioned. If you're actually interested, '84 isn't until the end of april. I'll let you know.
More importantly, I hope you're doing okay. You're awesome, and your cousin's quote is perfect. Would you draw me a picture if I asked you to? I love your art.
Anyways, I will try to keep my phone off silence so that I can actually recieve the calls. I miss you. I'm sorry about work. We should grab coffee sometime.
-Erin
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