We could be swimming in a library, and still I would be no more intelligent in your eyes. And I don't like that idea at all. All I want to do is do well. And now I'm going to try really hard. Only, it's so hard not to stumble in your presence, you're so perfect, and it's hard to compare.
But I don't know if you even care. You're so hard to read, it's impossible. And that's not just my opinion. And I don't know what to do with you.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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