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October Nights - Yellowcard |
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I just looked back at my Blurty Entries from August. Then I thought about Chris Perren for the longest time. If I had the chance to pull him up off the edge of a cliff or let him fall to his death, I would absolutely let go of his hand. I didn't know it was possible to hate someone SO MUCH you want to cause physical harm to them. Every single ounce of blood in me despises him. Then I think back and I realize I wouldn't have known some of the awesome people in my life if I were with him.. so I think it's ok and for the better that he left. He just doesn't seem to go away. Everything reminds me of him, even the Italian guy at the jewlery store. Soccer balls, arcades, vegetarianism, sXe-ism, pink hair, dirty hair, boardwalks, oceans, life guard chairs, sand, cheap computers, benches, fried dough, the apartment, DC shoes, subway, air hockey, fun houses, care bears, the fucking smell of him, Rite Aids, lip rings, tattoos, bracelets, roller coaster simulators, sidewalks, alleys, every warm summer night, every summer from now on. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.
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