I can tend to slip into the background like that level on Super Mario Bros. There are so many trees in the fog, probably. There are so many ways a friendship can suffer (alcohol). Shall I be more like you? Shall I be less like me?
Camping starts with so many colors. They seem to buzz. You can smell them. One by one the colors countdown. Orange is last to go and we watch as it smolders but then, yeah, it's gone.
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