Tool is on in the background and I'm lying in bed with a very thoughtful state of mind keeping me company and a second generation cigarette wanting to be smoked, two candles lit and all I can think about is her. Curse this thing we call love, it is in this state that we see things as most blissfully false, Joyce and I are working out far better
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