It was real wasn't it...
Those things you feel all through yourself, they're real. Those things you're able to forget and live past are not real. I'm leaving, because I need to find something as real as this. As real as what this conjures and brings out of me. I'm not leaving cause I want to move out. I'm leaving because I'll be better there. I'm not going to get better here, anytime soon.
"Hey Dave" *insert wrong note* we love it anyways.... We always love the things that are there for us. Especially those things that are there for you at night. We'll never forget these times. We only get them once.
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