All The While My Soundtrack Is Playing...

I cringe as I type in his name. I hate doing this. (I think.) But I do it anyway. The 28th. Oh. Is this the off-month or the on-month? I think back to March 28th but I can't remember. My days slide and sludge together ("the days blend together and the weather never changes") so that I can't tell one from another anymore--an endless strip of early mornings, naps, algebra homework, is Adam wearing pink today? i saw the Harvey's in the hallway i'll let you help me move the couch late-night internet rendezvous pretzels and peanut butter m+ms parental fights i'm not speaking to you high school drama rolling eyes walks up the driveway dirty sheets why weren't you at church? lying i'm busy leave me alone i need you fake art pitter-pattering hearts with shifting glancing eyes rearrange us rearrange us rearrange us ? Copy.
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Listen: /\ We're all poseurs--maybe we should just admit it and have another Summer Of Love--I want another Summer Of Love<3