Its funny. I wrote about how I encode my secrets in poetry... apparently I lost the key for the last time I had the courage to post up a piece of past that I don't want other people to know about.
Oh well... that's what dreams are for... they make you remember crap a certain way... and then you forget it ever happened.
4:46AM
Couldn't get back to sleep... but I found the key... ha ha... its one of those friendships that are probably meant to last a long time, but you don't know why... especially considering how much we've fought in the past.
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