something in me tells me "just f*cking do it," and then there's this part of me that hopes tomorrow will taste like dripping watermelon spilling from my mouth. so, maybe i just might want to wait. then again, maybe tomorrow will taste like the onion from last night's dinner-- just f*cking do it.
"We're not going to die. We'll find a way.We'll breathe deeply and eat carefully and think always on life."
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