when I stopped running from Luke at the top of my lungs, I turned around and realized he wasn't chasing me. didn't have cigarettes in my bag, didn't have norma jean on my mp3 player.
and now I ride the train alone, I catch the 8:04 because I don't wait for someone who makes me smile.
Monday, November 03, 2008
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