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out of another school day

sounds gnash out of the bowl of speakers until they become all these little bits that my ear gathers together. maybe that's why i have a hard time following what other people tell me. but one time someone took me aside and there was no conversation to divert their attention. all of a sudden each movement seemed more deliberate, seen by this other person but it wasn't exactly unpleasent. it was more reminiscent of when people in films cradled another and said it was okay and that they held a kind of affection no one could touch. it seemed almost like something whole rather than just these fragments i was used to, where in the school hallway, i'd be between all those other students getting together and we'd just cross paths for a second before i thought did i really even go to this school or something...

who was it again...