There's this hidden real world somewhere underneath the fake, shitty world that I live in. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of it in the shadows of a van on the interstate at 3 in the morning, in the unforced smile of a beautiful girl, in the silence of the streets when everyone else is getting drunk or going to sleep. There's something out there calling to me; I just can't seem to reach it.
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everytime you im me, i'm not at my computer.
this is stupid.
can't decide if that's a good or bad thing.