it's smelling like cigarettes and,
accounting things to friction! and it's
weighing me down. I am hEavY with
[[likelove] for: you]. it's like a h.o.l.e is
o p e n i n g and I cannot contain the
!screaming! because if I stopped for
t(2)wo seconds I would,
c
o
l
l
a
p
s
e
because I spent all this
TIME , thinking!
about what it would
mEAN to be w/with you,
would that make me happy?
(.would I finally be happy?)