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Dinner, With a family that is not mine. I sit there waiting, Am I just wasting time? Metallic utensils, Dance on the plates. Scratching and scraping, What a horrible date. Father looks ****** off, Daughter ******* on and on. "Cut your hair!" You think I care? WHAT'S GOING ON? The spell is fading, I am starting to wake up. But my bed, Is oddly comforting. So stay in bed. Although knowing, That soon, I will, Need to, Get up.
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Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
Metallic Utensils
Dinner, With a family that is not mine. I sit there waiting, Am I just wasting time? Metallic utensils, Dance on the plates. Scratching and scraping, What a horrible date. Father looks ****** off, Daughter ******* on and on. "Cut your hair!" You think I care? WHAT'S GOING ON? The spell is fading, I am starting to wake up. But my bed, Is oddly comforting. So stay in bed. Although knowing, That soon, I will, Need to, Get up.
Why am I still here?
Wuji
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Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
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