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Seems that I mishandle patience,
And seems I put mind over matter
Sometimes, you just can't grasp
The concept
Of having nine lives
Until you're on your tenth
Seems apathy is the new homeopathy
And wedding rings seem made of ice
Sometimes, you don't realize
You crave a second chance
At something
Until you're on your tenth
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Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
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Seems that I mishandle patience,
And seems I put mind over matter
Sometimes, you just can't grasp
The concept
Of having nine lives
Until you're on your tenth
Seems apathy is the new homeopathy
And wedding rings seem made of ice
Sometimes, you don't realize
You crave a second chance
At something
Until you're on your tenth
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