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RocksThe face of a sorrowful man / can't compare to the / tear bottles of whiskey

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Undone BowI hate how I can remember every little detail. That makes me obsessive…doesn’t it? That’s one thing I don’t understand about our society; we’re always trying to be normal. We want…confidence for example. We want confidence and if we don’t have any we automatically have selfhate problems, but if we have it we become obsessed. Does anyone here really know the true definition of obsessed? Because I would really like to know, really. Alright, then answer me this, why is it always negatively understood? Is it all that bad that I know the exact moment when she is going to fix the undone bow on her left shoe because I can see how it has been eating her up inside for the last five minutes? But, she would never in a million years stop her speech to us to fix the undone bow on her left shoe. Is it all that bad that I know that she has been wearing those shoes for the past thirteen days and the bow came undone on the third? I know that she has a freckle right on her right jawline even though it’s small and not that noticeable at all. But, I noticed it. That makes me a freak, doesn’t it? And in addition to that, I am completely aware of her breath and the amount of time it takes for her to breathe in from her great, pretty nose and breathe out once again. I am completely aware of the way she always picks at her medium-length oval squared nails when she talks. I am aware that she wears two rings on her right hand, one on her middle finger, one on her ring. I know that she swears quite frequent actually, but catches herself every now and then replacing the cuss with a letter. You know something, I may be obsessed. I may be a freak and I may be crazy. But, no one else in this world has the privilege of knowing this woman or appreciating her as I do. Because no one ever took the time to notice the undone bow on her left shoe.

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homesick lovesicki built barricades to block my desire for your lips / because i thought it would be easier / to not be around you

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Hands in front of FacesI got out my Ouija board / and asked the demons why / fish can't live on land

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The 19th Amendment Wasn't EnoughI hate the way they hold the steering wheel. / As if it was the most casual gesture in the world. / As if they could do it with their eyes closed.

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Everything I've Never ExhaledI have always thought that if / you can touch someone's hand / without them

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Narrator of the Pressed State.She kept up with her housekeeping. / Typically. Very Neat. Shelves everywhere. / Today, the melon baller was out of place

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LovebugScatter like roaches / and feel the sun beat down on you like moldy / sidewalk chalk

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Poison for ThoughtThe three little pigs had it easy / they were destined to be blown away / into oblivion

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I'll Change My Profile Picture To My MugshotI'm not going to be a teenage wasteland forever / Someday I'm going to stop polluting my body and hating my mother / I have an addiction to those

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