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25.7.09
The body is a slave to it's impulses. When we get a chill... goose bumps. When we get excited... adrenaline. But the thing that makes us human is what we can control. After the storm, after the rush, after the heat of the moment has passed, we can cool off and clean up the messes we made. We can try to let go of what was. Then again...

i kinda miss the ward.
(i cant believe i'm saying this.)




"You were sexier when you weren't talking."