if we spoke would our words hang in the air like flies, falling to the ground when forgotten? what if our thoughts grew out from us, branching infinitely and forever reaching for where they never could quite get to. what if my heart would leave prints in the patterned air, showing the trail of my life as it drifted and floated away from me.. what
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mind writing things for me? haha
p.s. i know who you are now
your the dood who asked me about my paul frank shoes haha
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i remember you now. heh.
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and a beautiful person...
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Add me, ill add you
_spencer
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added.
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