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the weight of the world

i've come to terms, with the sun when it constantly moves shading me in different places, and at its departure, with the moon when i only want it to get dark and it quite glowing. i've come to terms, i know i will never be what i was. with the people i was with. and i will never make those memories again.

i've come to terms with growing, departing, light and dark, drifting, shade, and seperation. now if i could only manage to sleep.

3:10 p.m. - 2005-07-29

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