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[sunsets__]

Butterflies flutter by, our heads held high. Say goodbye to the wind as it takes our souls like leaves on the ground and monarchs in the sky. Chasing the leaves through the streets paved with the suffering of our worn down hands. Weary are we as we pass into the night under branches of the trees lining the road. Into the meadow to congregate with

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[hedonists]

I'm glad to see you're doing well and enjoying yourself. We haven't spoken since April or so. Sorry that last we spoke was on sour terms... We were both wrong.

Hah. If you need help you know I've always been good with html and css.

[sunsets__]

Whoa, I thought I might not've heard from you again! Haha.

What were we wrong about!?

And I think I have someone doing it for me. Nice to know that you still exist, though... Haha!

Hit me up on AIM one day.