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lunes, 17 de mayo de 2010

Dear John



No matter where you are in the world,the moon is never bigger than your thumb.


What do you... what do you want from me? Savannah I mean, just tell me what you want from me cuz... I mean, do you want me to quit? Is that it? Look I don't know how we got here I don't know what happened. I just woke up one day and there's buildings falling. I mean I had a plan. I had a plan but now I don't and you have no idea what to do. I don't know what to do and all I know is I wanna stay here, I just wanna stay right here with you as long as I possibly can. Your just all that matters to me ok?, your just all that matters and I'm trying to figure out what the right thing is to do and I don't know what it is. I don't have any freaking idea how to get there I just... because... I need you to tell me. I just need you to tell me, ok? Can you just please tell me please tell me what you want me to do.

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