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last i heard you were reading Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray have you mustered the courage since then to exhibit authenticity when you say i love you to the golden girl staring back at you in the mirror can you peel back the veil obscuring your self-image to see a little clearer ten months since we last exchanged circumstantial pleasantries funny we used to converse every day c'est la vie is what i imagine you'd have to say for yourself after all it always did sound like an excuse constantly reclusive your imaginary deity the only refuge you've ever known so wander despondently refugee of refuse pilfer from the gutters of garbage some semblance of purpose some pretense of predestination to validate your meaningless existence **** it up like the rest of us there's no rhyme or reason for the so-called seasons of life you're a fair-weather friend and though i might've crossed oceans for you then i don't mind you out of my life you should’ve paid closer attention when they once told you be careful if you befriend a writer they'll make you immortal even when you just want to die i guess that's life
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
c'est la vie
last i heard you were reading Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray have you mustered the courage since then to exhibit authenticity when you say i love you to the golden girl staring back at you in the mirror can you peel back the veil obscuring your self-image to see a little clearer ten months since we last exchanged circumstantial pleasantries funny we used to converse every day c'est la vie is what i imagine you'd have to say for yourself after all it always did sound like an excuse constantly reclusive your imaginary deity the only refuge you've ever known so wander despondently refugee of refuse pilfer from the gutters of garbage some semblance of purpose some pretense of predestination to validate your meaningless existence **** it up like the rest of us there's no rhyme or reason for the so-called seasons of life you're a fair-weather friend and though i might've crossed oceans for you then i don't mind you out of my life you should’ve paid closer attention when they once told you be careful if you befriend a writer they'll make you immortal even when you just want to die i guess that's life
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
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