it's hard to keep track of time using words. i can take a thousand pictures but i can't even write one paragraph to describe summer and why i feel like i do now. except that i realize now that
it is never about how i feel or why i feel, it never will be. sometimes i think you think i am the greatest only because i am reassurance to your place and exsistence and you will never, ever realize it.
a million years ago
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kerry
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