Tomorrow holds such promises; tomorrow holds such unknowns. Maybe our lives will intersect; maybe the story becomes one. Or maybe our lives continue and I just grow more tired. Or maybe the story will end and I can finally rest. I'll never rebuild my thought archive; I'll never rebuild the promises.
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i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth