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The snow ***** but do you know what ***** more? You acting like a psychopath.Our eco-friendly toothbrushes sit together in the cup on the counter but today I didn’t brush my teeth. The snow is great. Want to know why, because the snow doesn’t give a **** how anybody else feels and it doesn’t ***** its feelings all over twitter. The snow knows that nobody cares. / The snow never says “anyways” or “whatever” or “oh god” and the snow doesn’t undermine what I have to say. The snow is cold and it ***** but at least it doesn’t question me. It doesn’t ask me if I need space. Nope. It just keeps snowing. / The snow and I are on good terms. It isn’t polite and it doesn’t try to be anything that it is not. It doesn’t cook barley with kale and it definitely doesn’t pretend to like it.

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You spent eleven dollars on two heirloom tomatoes and I'm the *******When I grew up my mom would cut coupons and scrounge for change in the sofa to buy me a chicken nugget happy meal McDonalds. She would cut coupons and would only buy nectarines if they were on sale. I grew up eating bologna sandwiches with kraft cheese slices and potato chips. / I think your mom had different priorities. / The man at Starbucks, told me that opposites attract and I think that is why were together. He told me a Intuitive Innovative Feeler. Does that mean that you are oblivious and emotionless *** I don't think so?

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Nana thinks the magazine is the devil.Nana thinks the magazine is the devil. / “THE PEOPLE WHO DREW THE BLESSED ****** MOTHER OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST IN A BIKINI ARE GOING TO HELL.” / Whatever you say, Nana.

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Time to Clean up.The garbage in my room / Smells like embarrassment / It’s the hot Cheetos bag that sits in my desk

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If Times New Roman isn't special, then I am just part of the crowd.I am a dot on Seurat’s canvas. / You told me that I wouldn’t be respected if I used Times New Roman, well maybe I don’t write to be respected. Maybe I write in Times New Roman because I like to read in it. / I could write in Wingdings. Would that make you happy? Would that make me stand out?

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My boyfriend is a corn-dog,and not in that pathetic delusional fat girl kind of way, and not in the fact that he is corny. No, my boyfriend is like a corn-dog because there is a big layer of nutritionless fried spongey batter that covers his insides. That batter is made up of three level cups of *nice*. Which is not to be substituted with "honest" or "real". No, *nice* is the only ingredient that can produce such a meaningless spongey layer to cover up the "love" "sincerity" and "caring" that makes up the center. That golden brown skin enticed me. But, it is what is inside that gives me substance.

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One Line Poems. Part 1.I had a girlfriend in kindergarten but she had a cleft pallet. / Today I drove the Lexus to my job that pays minimum wage. / I'm not ***** I'm just making macaroni and cheese.

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I have a thirteen dollar tattoo and my mom still loves me.My mom had me when she was nineteen years old, but I wasn't an accident. / My mom had surgery the day before yesterday and I wasn't there to kiss her before she went in. She called me before and she left me a voicemail when she got out. She said she loved me and she missed me. I miss her too. / My mom hates washing more dishes than she has to, but she refuses to use the dish washer. We eat on paper plates and we have three sets of salad tongs that we got for free from Dion's Pizza. My mom goes to Sam's Club to buy Charmin and generic paper towels, she likes the hot dogs at Target, and she gets her iced non-fat mochas at McDonalds.

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My best friend gave me a pack of cigarettes because we are quitting.I spent my last eleven dollars on a plastic bottle of ***** sitting on the refrigerator. / It is right next to the ibuprofen and the giant salad bowl. / Last night we drank our plastic bottle of ***** in glasses.

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This morning I spilt coffee on myself and all over my plain croissantMy cigarette tastes like uncertainty and now my plain croissant is seeping my black coffee onto my plate. / Was it too much to ask for something simple? Life isn't as complicated as people make it. Right? / Now I sit here, with coffee spilt on myself and my shirt.

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