two years he caught me walking down the hallway. he's a good guy; an excellent teacher. he smiled and asked me all kinds of questions about my future. it has become much easier for me to explain to those who ask what i am going to be doing for the next two years. he smiled more after listening to me ramble on about graphic design. and before our paths parted he looked at me and said, " never stop writing. don't ever stop writing." and it hit me so hard. for the next two years.
03.07.05                                      so fucking st e r  i   l    e  .
stop plagiarism.
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