Another late night drive keeping bloodshot eyes out for the Dallas skyline. I love this city, but I hate its heart. I love this feeling, but I loathe what makes it start. So many endings have come and gone now. I wasted all my words. Grandiose thought patters spread thin like the lips of stupid girls. I'll be 25 in 2009. Another era in wasted time.
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