Inscribed With Forks In Eyes

This is what really happened today.

Walk into a hall, and ironicly so do you.
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fucking damnit my finger is bleeding...
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"Hey...havn't talked to you since that time."
"Hey, yeah."
"So this is awkward."
"Yeah, I think Im going to go finish my movie. I Won't stop by later"
"Alright sounds...yeah."


What the hell why? There has to be some god damn conversation. I think both parties will agree with that, but then again what the hell do I know. I'm just a freckle on your face.