why do i keep believing in love. because i feel it minimally with a lot of people?
yes. we are typical. we have become stupid sex driven youth. morphing disgustingly into adulthood. we have lost each other, justifying every step we take in the other direction.
morgantown, seven thirty in the morning. along with the lone old jogger, I feel as though i am one of the few people to feel your sunlight this morning.
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