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The streetlights fill the alleys
Spilling out their light
And we walk there together
But it's not like we're all right
Cause you're always out there dreaming
And you've got to be your own
And me, I always wonder
How far apart we've grown

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ach, the day is good...

it went well, minus Mrs. Vallone.
but i don't care about Mrs. Vallone, and so her words do not matter to me.

the important thing is... that i think i might not be as cowardly as i thought.
i think.

heh.