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You're one in a billion and i know all seven of you. One of them is me, one of them is you, the rest are scattered amongst these other kindred spirits that have found a home in each other. In basements. On the beach. Fireside. In each other's hearts. In each other's arms. Some of the yous work by feeling too much. Some of us work by thinking too much. We all come to the same misguided conclusions So now until the end of whatever amount of time we have together we sit, us seven, in our circle and do whatever it is we do. Circling the drain, circling the letters on the multiple choices of life. I hear guessing c's turns out alright
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
the seven
You're one in a billion and i know all seven of you. One of them is me, one of them is you, the rest are scattered amongst these other kindred spirits that have found a home in each other. In basements. On the beach. Fireside. In each other's hearts. In each other's arms. Some of the yous work by feeling too much. Some of us work by thinking too much. We all come to the same misguided conclusions So now until the end of whatever amount of time we have together we sit, us seven, in our circle and do whatever it is we do. Circling the drain, circling the letters on the multiple choices of life. I hear guessing c's turns out alright
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
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