Goodbye, old friend.

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Dean Moriarty

ya’know how it goes.
everything ends.
Pass the wine the words the woes and..heh..prose.
and lets begin again.

I’ve built my life from the ground up and broken it down, and documented it all in this diary.
Epic begins to describe it.
I don’t plan on stopping, the building, the breaking, or the blogging.
I don’t use that word, but the alliteration was too much to resist.

Goodbye, I love you.

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February 2, 2014

see you there. *~

February 2, 2014

see you there. *~

February 2, 2014

see you there. *~

February 2, 2014

see you there. *~

February 2, 2014

see you there. *~

February 2, 2014

see you there. *~

February 2, 2014

i’ll be seeing you. can’t face the thought of leaving.

February 2, 2014

i’ll be seeing you. can’t face the thought of leaving.

February 2, 2014

i’ll be seeing you. can’t face the thought of leaving.

February 2, 2014

i’ll be seeing you. can’t face the thought of leaving.

February 2, 2014

i’ll be seeing you. can’t face the thought of leaving.

February 2, 2014

i’ll be seeing you. can’t face the thought of leaving.