Monday, April 19, 2010

It's weird to know so much about but hardly know the sound of your voice or where you buy your clothing. I know your fears, I know your faults, I know your family, I know your health.
I like you from over here, I think, but not face to face because I've never really gotten that chance. And I guess that's pretty weird. And I wonder how much you know about me, because I think you know a lot.


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