wacky. that's how i want to be. in the kick-a-trash-can kind of way.
but i'm not like that. i just end up being silly.
i know one thing for sure. every time you're around, i know i'm at the right place. but even more, i wish i could go places with you. set ourselves free.
of course, all this is foolish talk. unless you feel the same. do you? i doubt it.
"why such thoughts? it's all sentimental bull."
you're right. just wait. i'll see the moment when it comes up.
let's go
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