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I had a story once. Maybe it was true. How clear could it be? Keeping interesting thoughts through it may propose problems. Are the things in our minds true? Are they actually real? Riding the bus isnt right. Aint nobody run into ya before? Tons of questions. What is scarlet? There were others. I should have known. Its true. Its in the dictionary. After love, I believe. Are the surrounding people impossible for us to experience? Hoping for internal completion? You would, wouldnt you? People talk. About the love and the hurt. On the T.V., of course. What of my reality? Is it true? Drama is admired. Love is put aside. In a corner booth. No talk? No lessons? The city of mine aint no different than yours. My sidewalk simply has more cracks in it. Fun. Fun. Fun. You probably bought the book. Its real. Held in your hands. Put it together. We know not to kill after seeing the scene. Your mourning can occur, though. However you want it to. Imagine you are being taken. Is my faith lost? Prove it to me. The phone book holds no lies. Where do you plan to go after she pushes you away? Was it destiny? Where is your destiny? Mine? Im in the kitchen. Dont know if that helps very much though. Nowhere. No one. You had you fun. You hold the book. You are the story. you go with a painted face. A drawn on smile. Dammit. It was real. Do yourself a favor, live a deep breath. Never let go. Ill always be here and you will always be over there. Both times waiting for reality to become fiction. The other kids love her ideas. No trading. Evil comes from trading. Only members from your own city. The sidewalk city. Righteousness, its a laugh too. It was real kid. At the time, it was real. Now is it lost? I did misplace it. No more talking under your breath. They wrote some songs to fill in the missing spaces. Only for the sake of time. In between there and getting there. Im still here. Im still here. Im still here. Three times, right. Only the fugitive knows. Only two acts. Tell me I can make it. I think we might be o.k. only if. Its not in your reality. If you write down your life will it be all right? Tell me what it takes. No sarcasm. Come on, we all know it. Even the kids. The camera tells no lies. Only she knows the answers to that. The fugitive knows. I wait, in the sidewalk city. Too long ago. Just say it, and then you will get it. The kidding isnt that hard. But the taunt, it is. All we know is that you sit alone. Only one day. Was she not there with the book? You have the book in your hands. You dont have to understand, but it would be nice. You are pretending. The only audience is you. The printer would not tell you the truth. Only you know that. Your favorite color? No thats shit. The opinions were for me. I am the book. The truth lies inside. (Nice play on words, dont ya think?) Time check out. The buzzer sounded. A slow mover is all the kids want to say. They will not make up my mind for me. I dont think I trust them enough. My fortune ran out last month at three o clock. She is still her and waiting. I think we will be o.k. Im not that clever though. I was just a question. An option is all. It was more hurt than it needed to be. Dont worry about it. Yours truly, The fugitive.

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