2004-01-03 - 4:54 a.m.
my friend once did a cute little thing. he signed his email like this
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your own words come back to haunt you.. and then hang you.
one time.. back in 8th grade, i asked a chick if i could put my hand in her shirt pocket because a) she was intimidatingly hot b) i liked her like an appendage c) saying "what's up" never occurred to me. i panicked.
i went from potential bf to lowlife scumbag in 8 words.
indecision, mistakes, regret. experience, acceptance, abandon. loss, freedom, candor.
loss falls like dead leaves and wisdom piles like shed life.
everything i have is a result of loss.
i have what i hold. like candles holding wax. like names holding meaning. not like hands hold people. because they have to be let go of..
i cannot write because i am squeezed.
i cannot because i am
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