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Published on Aug 15, 2012
Do your parents still have sex? I thought not. Do you want to end like this? I hope not.
We're all afraid of red eyes in the woods. With no reason why we should admit there are things we don't understand.
People are just people, awkward and alive. I turn on my heels and hope slow dancing is still real.
And if we're able to relate to their ways, understand what they say, get away. They're afraid of our gaze though we're dressed up the same. We seek a similar fate. See such a similar face. Admit there are things you don't understand.