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8,000 stations and nothing on.

This place is becoming saturated... Like the radio. The same old songs playing. Words aren't worth the time to change Waves and wavelengths. I can't comprehend mistook madness Or ignorant sadness Or glorified suicide Or justified genocide Or hesitant trust Or halfhearted lust These things all exist But who's to say they must? I'm done being nice when I read something like, "This fire burns so cold, it's like ice" Or "I need you, baby, I miss you so" Try a little harder to generate some response Some actual emotional attachment. Though I could say I am being a hypocrite, As the only thing I feel right now Is Annoyed.
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ryan-bowdish
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Jan 7, 2013
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