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[09 Nov 2005|02:32pm] |
i would love to know i held you- for an instant, as hard as you held me- for a moment.
but what is an instant? it's a fraction of a fraction of an almost moment, of an almost second, and a second is a fraction of a minute,
a fraction of a day's time, of a year's time, of my lifetime, and mostly useless.
so when my life is done where is your usefulness?
i'm probably going to start wearing a lot of miniskirts after i get my leg piece done. and probably bleach my hair a lot. scoreeeee. but seriously, you guys.
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