2005-07-02 / 4:29 p.m.
box up move on

Time will pass over us, hazing these memories over with that dreamlike quality, and it'll be so far away from touch that I'll begin to think that it wasn't even real. I wish you didn't have to turn into just another slot of space collecting dust in my mind. But as time puts behind time lies ahead.

We'll see where it takes me next.

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