i like those back and forth words tat come right before the saddness strikes on those quiet days when i am alone and just sit and listen to conor oberst and ont get quite to just being.
sometimes i think back and just feel like i skipped a stone:
something happened and it fell beneath me and broke apart
just when i stepped so lightly and crefully upon it.
i wish i never would have known.
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