November 29th, 2008.
"How are you?"
I feel myself smile. "I'm great!"
I regret the words instantly, as they are still dripping off my lips, slick with deception and perfection that can only come from practice. I want to reach out and take them back, but I have no substitute. I am hollow.
I feel myself smile. "I'm great!"
I regret the words instantly, as they are still dripping off my lips, slick with deception and perfection that can only come from practice. I want to reach out and take them back, but I have no substitute. I am hollow.
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