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I'm not okay with how things are falling freely without destination. I'm not okay with the subtle eye contact, the gentle nudge of our elbows meeting without the slightest hello. I'm not okay, I'm not okay. I'm living in my past without clear view of the future a reality without truth for neither exist only does the present. And so I'm here thinking about you without work to tide me over. Again and again and again without peace. I'm not okay, I'm not okay.
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
September—and so it begins (I'm not okay)
I'm not okay with how things are falling freely without destination. I'm not okay with the subtle eye contact, the gentle nudge of our elbows meeting without the slightest hello. I'm not okay, I'm not okay. I'm living in my past without clear view of the future a reality without truth for neither exist only does the present. And so I'm here thinking about you without work to tide me over. Again and again and again without peace. I'm not okay, I'm not okay.
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
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