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Life isn't episodical.
After a day ends, you just don't forget,
The nightmares that came true 
Before you fell asleep. 
Captain Kirk can love a million girls, 
He'll never mention them again. 

We're all slicing slowly away at our lives,
And our loves,
Like snipping off small slices of butter with a pair of kitchen scissors. 
If you place the butter in a pan, It'll quickly melt away, 

Leaping out of the car, I feel the salty wind hit my face like someone slapped it. 
In a good way if you know what I mean. 
My hood almost covers my eyes, as I stumble over to my haven,

The ice will crunch beneath my feet as I walk along the wooded path. 
Strange cold patterns emerging with every step.
I wish I could be one,
A crack in ice stretching out to find itself,
Not alone but entirely independent.

Someone finally bought the corner lot
Right next to the movie theatre
And everyone hoped it would bring a promise,
Something the locals could appreciate.

But when the Porsches pulled up,
And built up 

She was a small girl,
In need of a friend.
And they came,
Trickles of preschool kids, turned to a steady flow.
Now they're on her waiting list. 
Just to see if they're cool enough or pretty enough or easygoing enough