September 10, 2003 11:51 pm
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"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 just...is. hope and love and shimmershiny me. alive again, ready. keeping one eye on the way home.
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