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all of everything, mixed with a little of nothing

i'm not sure anymore.

everything, i had, planned out into perfect little sections of time. it would be so easy to walk right into the future with you, and get perfectly lost in between. together we could have shot nothing less than perfection.
i feel lost, really. normally, a phone without a call from you would be normal. and i perfectly am planning our next conversation. every word to come out. because i have made my mind up on how i can fix things, if you would only be willing to repair your side of the problem. with perfection, of course. (you never do it any other way).
its my case of anxiety. its so easy to use a the perfect cop out. i suffer from nerves. thats why i can screw things up to a tee. perfectly. and not think twice about being sorry.
here, now, it would be so easy to lose everything that you have built. it would be so easy to call it quits, and avoid any type of communication. it would be so easy to forget your name. but its that face. its your fucking perfect face and your ability to make me forget that i ever wanted to hate you in the first place.

I'M DONE.

4:08 p.m. - 2005-08-02

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