The Chill of Sheets, Time and Redundancy

[two_shades_deep]

I'm not sure how to properly describe my feelings without using cliche syntax. I'm not positive about the manner in which I'm supposed to compose myself. She's gone, and I feel a swelling of something sad inside me that discriminates against nothing. There are planes, and we leave so fast. Vacations and dreams, sequences and surrealism. My memories

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[eletestrat]

hey man long time no talk whats up how you been?