"we ran like vampire from a thousand burning suns, but even then we shoul've satyed, but we ran away, now all my friends are gone, maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved, run away, what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one."
" I can still remember, your words and what they meant, as we etched them with our fingers, in year of wet cement.
though lying to each other, everything seemed clear. we cruised along at half speed, but then we shifted gears"
"were okay, until the day were not. the surface shines, while the inside rots."
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