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 whimsical,thats what it is. exploring every possible options thrown my way,the WHAT IFs and futures taken into thought; what shoulda woulda coulda...it always comes to naught. you always want the ones you cant have. perhaps you just love the chase. this void gets emptier and wider each time I go there. im afraid its gonna take even more to fill it up. spontaneousism,that's wad im looking for. rushing&waiting.rushing&waiting.rushing&waiting. when is it ever gonna end? and i say....... let it turn monochrome and fade away. a trophy isnt wad im looking for. much less just someone to pass my time with. I guess tonight's just gonna be like any other nights where I'll tire myself in front of the computer before I go to bed. catchmeifyoucan.
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