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complete.

when i said i wanted to get married and run away, i meant together.
i want to hop in the car and drive to florida. the beach is only 2 hours away from here. i could just sit in the sand and imagine.
imagine that i built a raft and just floated out until i landed on some island where there was no war. and every drink consisted of crushed ice and those mini toothpick umbrellas.

from the get go, i told you that i was terrible with goodbyes. we have not spent three consecutive months together in a year and a half. it's one see ya later after another.
and each time they get more painful.
and each time i worry that i won't ever get to say hello to you again.

i want my lover home, for good. i want to fall asleep in our bed, together. i want to make it a point to kiss you every single day until my lips no longer work.
i am just so tired of crying.

i feel so hopeless. because i dream. i dream so hard. and thats all it ever amounts to. a fucking stupid dream.

8:09 p.m. - 2008-04-26

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