I miss last summer.
I thought nothing was clear.
Nothing is ever clear;
I don't know why I held such great expectations.
Maybe in a year, I'll be sitting here missing the summer that is a few months away;
The summer that I will think is so terrible.
Listening To: Copeland.
Monday, April 6, 2009
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