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2008-01-06
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I am drunk on rain. It makes the skin grow.

I always die a little bit in the phone. Distance fluctuates between us. I lack the innate sense of social protocol.

All I can do, at the end of the day, is wear my hands. Wear my hands, wear my hands.

I am never finished failing everyone.



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