Sunday, February 22nd, 2004 | 20:19
Can't Get Shot in the Back (If You Don't Run)

Just because you're still breathing doesn't mean you're not dead.
I am still a teenager and I would love to pummel you.
I just want something to call my own. This trip will be my own. It won't be Italy and it won't be Calgary. It won't be Spain or anything like it. It will be private and something you cannot take.
I will build it up until it crushes me.
An overall oops.
Remind me not to touch Steph's ears anymore.
The written word has ruined my memory more than television or the internet ever could.
I'm living after a funeral.

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