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September 10, 2003
11:51 pm

"how we waste our precious time
marching in the picket lines
that surround these striking hearts
and the time is never now
and we know who we should love
but we're never certain how
i know you might roll your eyes at this
but i'm so glad that you exist"

--the weakerthans

love and love and lovelove. still. always. but better now. without the can't contain it feeling because now i know i don't have to. it's out and all around me and i can float in it. it's not mine really, or his or hers or anyone's. it

hope and love and shimmershiny me. alive again, ready. keeping one eye on the way home.