carravagio
you with your holden caulfield winding stares and gray flecks and me with my stranger than fiction music tastes- walking slowly down high school hallways staring at ceilings headphones on and when the teachers caught you scribbling into that notebook of yours during history we laughed hard and said "how they don't understand us artist types" all gloom and heartache before heartbreak we seemed so sure of ourselves and were
2004-06-21 | 9:43 p.m.
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