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Behaviourism'When someone asks you about yourself, you always turn towards your friend for help' my philosophy teacher said, / I'm rather bad at talking about myself, / and find it quite difficult to recall all the things I have ever done that anyone else might be interested in,
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Dec 11, 2013
#42The meaning of life is to bumble along until we find someone who pauses in their bumbling and holds our eye contact for a bit too long.
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Oct 1, 2013
The Greatest GiftI read that poem by the guy with OCD / Lamenting that his love's new lover will never cherish her and perfect his kisses, because he only does it once / And in the same way, you don't know what a gift you have
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Sep 19, 2013
(Not quite a) Love LetterI wanna sit down and have a coke with you, / Oh there's so much I could say / I don't like coffee or coke but I'll drink then anyway
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Sep 18, 2013
The Fault in Our StarsWith fireflies, whizzing by our eyes / Lights out, moonlight / A blazing fire, a warmth in my throat
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May 19, 2013
This one time, in BiologyThis one time, in biology, we learned how to take samples of fish in water, I don't like fish / And I don't like this feeling of churning up old stuff / You had to scrape the bottom ten times and then take a step and repeat
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May 19, 2013
Every Little Helpsof all the little, minute and insignificant, / yours are my favourite. / the redness of your face when you have to talk in public
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Dec 16, 2012
First World ProblemsI cry because there is so little / we can do about / the things
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Dec 3, 2012
White LipsI churn out these words, / whispers, soft like snowflakes / gentle on your skin
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Oct 23, 2012
See-through Saviourrestless limbs, thrashing / wordless lips, mourning / I call out
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Oct 23, 2012
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