We spin dreams from the nothingness of our minds. We look at each other and laugh because we have come so far, and we shouldnt have. Nothing that has happened should have. This sort of happiness is absurd, isnt it? This sort of knowledge gets us nowhere. I can write a book on you, but I'd sit here protecting my heart, than would let you read.
Running from somewhere and headlong into stupidity. I wish we'd continue like this. I think I believe in forever, however absurd it is. You say, you dont weave your own traps. I wonder who weaves mine.
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Its funny how deep I am.
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