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today i cut off some of my hair with a pink razor and now i keep finding half-inch strands all in my shirt and on my wrists and even once on this page and ever since i've been waiting for that new freeing feeling the one you're supposed to get when you're listening to soft music and you're not sure what your hair will look like when it dries and that sun –– that sun is peeling through the leaves just to meet your gaze then blind you. i've been waiting, and waiting, and waiting. yet all i feel is this silly complacence and a slight mourning for all the time i've wasted. and through these former pages i can see the indentions of the pressure my hands have pressed into these former pages and i wonder what it was that caused me to apply so much force to a 5cent yellow mechanical pencil that can do no more than breathe sentience into my thoughts, my drawling thoughts, and remind me that i've been wearing gym shorts and a grey t-shirt with the logo of a bar i've never even been to before for about three days now. i guess i'm expecting the wrong things to fill me up.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
daniell
today i cut off some of my hair with a pink razor and now i keep finding half-inch strands all in my shirt and on my wrists and even once on this page and ever since i've been waiting for that new freeing feeling the one you're supposed to get when you're listening to soft music and you're not sure what your hair will look like when it dries and that sun –– that sun is peeling through the leaves just to meet your gaze then blind you. i've been waiting, and waiting, and waiting. yet all i feel is this silly complacence and a slight mourning for all the time i've wasted. and through these former pages i can see the indentions of the pressure my hands have pressed into these former pages and i wonder what it was that caused me to apply so much force to a 5cent yellow mechanical pencil that can do no more than breathe sentience into my thoughts, my drawling thoughts, and remind me that i've been wearing gym shorts and a grey t-shirt with the logo of a bar i've never even been to before for about three days now. i guess i'm expecting the wrong things to fill me up.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
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