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• Add a little bit of truth in the mix
• Bury it in cups of sentences
• A pinch of darkness
• Stir in that liter of death, himself
• Teaspoon of loneliness
• Knead together the memories of the last twelve years

He grabs my hand like he did last week—it might even be at the same time if I remembered— and pulls me across the hallway stained with the cafeteria's red sauce that students have been spilling for ages, and into what he calls "our place

I'm falling into the deep end,

That dark place that floods me

Over and over till I'm drowning

And I just float, float, float.

The binary code is plastered everywhere

from the billboard of the new romance movie

to the books that have shaped our history. 

The binary code is ingrained in our heads

as we see the magazines, 

It's only February  

and look at this world.  

I want to know if we'll 

get through all of this. 

And on the other side,  

will I still be standing, 

i hate valentine's day:

i used to be a hopeless romantic

and maybe that's why i want to hide

in a corner, staying unnoticed. 

i love valentine's day:

i used to love chocolate box