Thought this would sum things up for a while... Maybe.

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+ You know what they say about the things that rot? ...Yeah, that's right--toss'em; too many stuff are dying...and through it all, I'm left wondering, waiting for that promised "rebirth".

+ Behold! The human wire, all pulled and taut!

+ ...I'm sorry for my lack of patience... I did warn you, though--I suck as teacher material. But I can't help but remember a past memory that I try to squash in my mind, to pound to oblivion...but it's there.

I can't forget. I remember.

...

Oh how the tables have turned...how we've switched roles.

+ Did my face change when that prospect came up? Guiltily, I felt this twinge and hoped. Hopefully the transfer falls through.

I'm not sure if I can keep this masquerade up.

+ I'm ready as I'll ever be... Does it make sense that I'm walking forward with nothing in mind? Now how to explain this certainty... Really, I can't help but think that our time's coming up, or that you're oh so close.

+ I'm excited, scared, unsure, sure...wth? XD

+ The XD's a lie, by the way ;D

+ ...Too bad that the ;D's not a lie (at least, not so much)



+ "On croit au sang qui coule, et l'on doute des pleurs." / "Shed blood and men believe; shed tears, they doubt."
De Musset. Les Vaux Steriles. (Premieres Poesies, p. 186).