Prologue
This is a story of friends much like our own, in a place much like our own. But the people in this group did not speak with one another, instead they loved and felt and thought and the colour of the thoughts they had came from one place. Our eyes
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The colour leaked as we smiled our fake smiles and thought our metaphorical lies, and we sang these thoughts across the waves, and we sank beneath, so happy to sink into each others arms that it made us sick, and we smiled and he kissed her for the last time. "
so when this all happens as I know what you are really saying what does it mean to you? do we put up with it and move on? or do we... I don't know... I am so confused....
I won't call tonight... well I don't think I will... I am gong home calling work and then going out to the city or something... I am sorry but in truth I am a little sad because of the formal.... if you get what I mean .... really kinda sad.... II just kinda feel like hiding....
welll talk to you later
much love
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