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Tuesday, May 22, 2007 . 10:02 PM

It will be the last day of school tomorrow if I go back. And will also be the last time I will see my inspiration for a month.

Gee, and that matters, how?

*Last day of MC if any of you are wondering. You'll see my red eye tomorrow.

Everything's so blurry
Everyone's so fake
And everybody's empty
And everything is so messed up
Pre-occupied without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you,
I stumble then I crawl

You could be my someone
You could be my scene
You know that I'll protect you
From all of the obscene
I wonder what you're doing
Imagine where you are
There's oceans in between us
But that's not very far

- Picture: Thatcher to Nadine.