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You are still outside of the roadside convenience stand offering apathy for a price the tag for clearing bad memories can be considered expensive smearing everything in view the confusion is narcotic getting hooked is like fishing down at the pier the pier you have thought of throwing yourself over time and time again the clockwork is a revolving temptation that reminds you your days are numbered and you’re not very good at math so dig the change out of your pockets scavenging for a fix throw away the receipt and pick up your feet because “I’m giving up” isn’t worth it’s 4 syllables so sell it and purchase “I’m not done yet.”
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Selling Yourself Short
You are still outside of the roadside convenience stand offering apathy for a price the tag for clearing bad memories can be considered expensive smearing everything in view the confusion is narcotic getting hooked is like fishing down at the pier the pier you have thought of throwing yourself over time and time again the clockwork is a revolving temptation that reminds you your days are numbered and you’re not very good at math so dig the change out of your pockets scavenging for a fix throw away the receipt and pick up your feet because “I’m giving up” isn’t worth it’s 4 syllables so sell it and purchase “I’m not done yet.”
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
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