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here i go.

it feels like we are never going to get there. and we're going so slow, that the moon even found time to follow us home. but here i am, putting my running shoes on. because im leaving, sprinting my way to a place where there are no lights. i thought i wanted to be alone. but please, follow me home.

1:58 p.m. - 2004-08-01

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