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:: Tuesday, November 04, 2003 :: ~the first set of rules i ever made was with him. the manifesto. we agreed that everything should be forgiven well in advance, and no lines drawn in the sand. the day i left he couldn't stop crying. these days, months later, he keeps drawing lines arbitrarily, diagramming pain around both of us. even after all the games, his broken voice still attempts to pull at the soft recovering tissue lining my lungs. it's been months since i've made him smile, but i can still hear those words tripping easily over his teeth and falling to the floor in an endless cascade: "i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you." sometimes memory is stronger than truth.~
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