a time thats half forgotten.

when i sau half i mean that you've forgotten.

for me the memory is as fresh as ever.

i even remember the way coffee tasted that week.

and cigarrettes.

and i was reading michael moore.

because you wanted me to, wanted me to be more 'informed'.

ahhh that week was beautiful.

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no complications back then.

no worries.

all was well, and all was amazingly beautiful.

hmmm.

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have you really forgotten?

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and now i'm back to making a dick out of myself.

eh.

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and avoiding school work.

that was due in today but...ya know. more important things were waiting for me last night.

like sleep and a strange dream that i can't remember.

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i saw sarah yesterday.

for the first time in about a month..maybe longer.

i'm seeing her again tomorrow.

she told me that i've a 'melancholic' personality.

which i thought was kinda cool seeing as 'melancholy' is my favourite word to use when describing how i'm feeling.

but yes.

she said that we (by 'we' i mean us 'melancholics') are very intricate creatures.

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not much else worthy of confirming.

i seem to have lost my thoughts these past few days.

i'm sure they will return later tonight with the assistance of some drugs.

always play a helping hand in the art of getting fucked up.

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ahh gorecki.

damn.

back to that week all over again.

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still my heart this moment, or it might burst.

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