so i guess that is the soundtrack to the summer? you've been sick since april which is about how long i've known you. lately you've been staying over because you can't bring yourself to go home and you say you don't remember what it's like to be more or less content with your life. well, here's a little jogger for your memory if you cant quite recall the countless nights we stayed awake trying to forget about the fall: we were sitting in my room, not getting tired after two a.m. we were listening to "the wild, the innocent, and the e street shuffle." we were sitting up in bed and i was playing with your hair and you said "the summer isn't over yet but i feel like the trees are already dead" and i said "maybe that's just something inside of you that's been blooming and dying for years," and you left with my sweatshirt like you always did, loudly out my front door and quietly into your side one. and when i finally convinced you to come back i took you for a walk and we talked about all the things ive been afraid to say for the last six months. do you remember noe? well, do you?
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