i was getting ready to be a threat. i was getting set for my accidental suicide; the kind where no one dies and no one looks too surprised. then you realize that you're riding on the para-success of a heavy-handed metaphor and a feeling like you've been here before. you have been here before. then, a word washed to shore: sovay. all along the day.
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im going to send you a demo this weekend... if i remember :\
I WILL REMEMBER!
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