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It starts with a quiet night a warm cup of tea a pile of notebooks filled up with nothing at all there's a fountain and a globe a computer and a pen it starts with a noise the beginnings of a drumbeat the plunk of being called a single lamp illuminates there's a rose and a cat some music and a girl it starts with a smile a subtle curve not quite a grin a glimmer of hope sends feelings singing there's a phone and a text there's more music and a boy it starts with a name some simple syllables a feeling of fate a thought of without reasoning alive there's a page ripped out of a notebook filled with thoughts a note a poem there's a voice of a girl it starts with a song a familiar verse a pile of notebooks not scattered around a feeling of doubt a lack of self-confidence there's a shudder and a sigh a bowl of chips a table the slumped over figure of a girl it ends with a chime the clock strikes three a blinding light ther's an empty table a pulled out chair a pile of notebooks she left lying there a new national anthem some music but no girl
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
The Art Of Getting By
It starts with a quiet night a warm cup of tea a pile of notebooks filled up with nothing at all there's a fountain and a globe a computer and a pen it starts with a noise the beginnings of a drumbeat the plunk of being called a single lamp illuminates there's a rose and a cat some music and a girl it starts with a smile a subtle curve not quite a grin a glimmer of hope sends feelings singing there's a phone and a text there's more music and a boy it starts with a name some simple syllables a feeling of fate a thought of without reasoning alive there's a page ripped out of a notebook filled with thoughts a note a poem there's a voice of a girl it starts with a song a familiar verse a pile of notebooks not scattered around a feeling of doubt a lack of self-confidence there's a shudder and a sigh a bowl of chips a table the slumped over figure of a girl it ends with a chime the clock strikes three a blinding light ther's an empty table a pulled out chair a pile of notebooks she left lying there a new national anthem some music but no girl
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kayleigh-robyn
Canadian
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
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