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Tristan Shanks
Today was the last Calculus class, rapidly high school is coming to a close.
Strangely it almost feels like nothing really has changed, even though I
know it has. The glorious graduation, a sort of strangely perverted
moving on approaches, but truly everyone must take that step alone and on
their own terms. Funny how when you get there it sort of feels like
you're just treading water, and everything around you is moving forward.
Oh well.
Mm.
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TheGirl,HisLove,TheLightThatWouldTransformAnyStoryIntoTheMoonAndItsSisterStars
SheHadNoFaithButThatWhichDestroys,AndHadOnlyKnownHerselfInCoarseMirrors,
GivingOverAndIntoWhateverMovedHer...OpiumEyedAndGougeMouthed,SheStalkedABarren
TrailBecauseSheBelievedThatAllThatWasGoodHadDiedLongBeforeSheWasNamed...