(tobi, thirteen)

this kid, man...
she's my hero.

i disappear. it's what i do, and i'm sorry.
it doesn't mean you aren't thought of.
it doesn't mean you're forgotten.
i remember things that you would not believe.

+pushin' niceness+

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i am dreaming a wall around myself

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your best bets are...
ransom.note@gmail.com
or stupid facebook.

(yeah. it's me.)

you are, of course, very busy. and me--i am busy.
we are both (we are all) too busy.
when the excuses run out, though, there are only regrets.
it is so very difficult to stay afloat with stones in your pocket.

we're doomed in the end.
we can, though, choose to shine while we're here.
we can be stars.

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in your presence, even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch