October 13, 2011
We're sitting sweaty and blank so honestly intertwined in conversation about who we are and what we've always meant to eachother. The conversation slowly faded as the sound of our favorite record played it's final goodbye. We spoke in rhyme to the last two tracks but know there isn't enough wax to help us feel comfortable with the things I wanted to say. And it was that I cannot live without you.

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