This isnt good enough. I take dry-erase makers to mirrors, I scribble in notebooks, I scream in the car, I blast my vocal chords on some middle-of-nowhere beach. But its not good enough. You will still be there, and I will still be here, forever wondering whether or not you are worth the memory.
So do or die. I feel too impatient to deal with the in-between.
Anonymous
12:12:00 AM
3/05/2008
1 comment:
This is beautifully worded and very sad, and I wonder if it's about me-- but then, he wouldn't have written it half so well.
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