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It's Cold. It Feels Like Independence Day.
And I Can't Break Away From This Parade.
goodbye, hello. 
07/06/09 06:57 pm

I've graduated high school.
Goodbye to many chapters that have been read and experienced, yet now slip from my mind.
It is time for the present. The golden textures of summer painting a screen before my eyes already.
Free love and lore... it's all happening.
08/06/09 02:21 am (UTC)
Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent. © BNN