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as you know, I've always been a very logical thinker. it makes life so plain, and dull. but easily predictable. I don't like drama. I don't like the unknown. I don't like being unsure. everything about you is so logical, and easy to understand. but yet, then again, nothing is. stuff changes in the blink of an eye, and I'm left baffled. when I leave places, like my house, work, or even my car, I whisper your name aloud, and immediately get a smile on my face. most of the time it jogs a memory. something happy. something simple like a hug. some other times I imagine your voice. you saying stuff to me. I'll imagine your beautiful face, the

food: cheesecake meal of the day: second breakfast desert type: refer to food kind of meat: medium rare, (mint condition) vegetable: cheesy coliflour   fruit: I like to eat... eat... eat... apples and bananas kind of cookie: Macadamia Nut! kind of pie: not too big into pie. if it's there, I'll eat it. pizza topping: Meatlovers flavor of ice cream: depends on my mood snack: Doritos and mountain dew... too cliche? flavor potato chip: uhm... Doritos... drink: grape alcoholic drink: Never had a drop in my life condiment: gotta cover up your pickle nationality of food: edible restaurant: big ones, that are clean breakfast food: waffl

yup, I can feel its warm embrace, but it's drifting away just as quickly. like sand in your hand, in a dream it would seem. flowing and dissipating, before it arrived. sped up heart beat, sweat from my palms to my feet. heat rising from apparent ashes, blood-soaked from tears. escaping in the nick of time, exposed and barren. mending old wounds with self-promises, ready to tear even further. mask slowly lifted, hesitant, and afraid. ready to squeeze tightly shut. mind racing, thoughts muddled, foreshadowed regret filled to the brim.