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February 16, 2007
i am sorry for leaving you in the dust.
when i saw you, i wanted to start talking about life, love, books, the labels on soup cans, anything. but instead, we sunk to our seperate corners, we sunk like things that were not yet dead, but dying.
you know we're hanging on by a thread,
because we aren't belly-up on the surface.
not yet, we're still just falling, soundlessly, and without sufficient speed.
you're one of many that i could not save. i didn't even feel the need to reach out to you; you're one of the souls that i was meant to smother.