toast to noone. who cares. i dont care what they say about this. it is magic- not smoke and mirrors. it is real. every drop of sweat and every milemarker. remember me, or i hope you dont. i scream out my window at this sleeping city. my throat hurts and my hair smells like smoke. do you ever get the feeling that your insides and your outsides dont really go together?
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oh yeah im sorry for almost breaking your toe
and my heart
and that promise
and your dream
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the only thing i am sure of is- however you think of me is wrong.
