this friday midnight i realized something:
it's entirely possible that I have no clue what love really is.
I just might be one of those people.
Let's call a spade a spade here for a minute - just one minute though...
Love is not a perpetual state of being ESPECIALLY when its supposedly with different people.
maybe i am simply
or... maybe im conforming to the numbness of the concrete around me.
growing up or selling out?
a.
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growing out or selling up?
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