how does one become so desperately attached to win someone over? im like an ant in a whirlpool squirming to be free.uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh as im yelling perching forward and off i go, falling into a loaded bus of Popsicles. the higher i go the closer i am to the clouds, and that's when i notice: the trees are growing! id rather depart than arrive, im a destined reckoner. as my arrivals set foot they're departing. im arriving, ken is gone.
em: can you call me
b4 i hit the sack?
me: when
are you hitting it
and i shouldn't call you
Sent at 11:51 PM on Thursday
some are lonely and destined to be alone, as the disease is his inconspicuous ways to constantly up-roaoringly fall in love. i raise my hand as i agree with his technique.
i have a cold instead and either way im not feeling good.
2 comments:
i love your ways.
and clearly miss you.
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