i look back now. it scared you. i was too raw, but what you ask is what you geti'm in my bare expressing this again alone now. oh i was so silly to think such things
a fairy tales is a childs story and some days im still a child.
but how else will i learn? i'll tell you this. i learned more then if i hadn't,
i sat on your lap. my cheeks in your hands and radiohead was on.
we were different then then we are now, it's sad but that's what memories are for and
why they are made. to recollect.
i love that memory. it's the first time i said it, i said what i meant and i meant what i said.
goodnight, my bright moon
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