I could use somebody.

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Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Life as a house. @ 6:30 PM

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"I like how it feels not to feel."

"I know the feeling.", he replied.

"How do you become something that you're not?"

"Well, what would you like to be?"

"What I'm not."

"And what are you now?"

"I'm nothing," he answered quietly.

memories
in cold decay.