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ghetto ******* laundromat, funny it ends where it began, i do love a full circle, but i can't say i love folding, and watching you do it is as equally painful as doing it myself question always, what do i want? what do i want? what in the ******* world is it that i want? that lame dave matthews song comes on, what i want is what i've not got, **** i know what you mean, dave, and maybe i should thank you for reminding me of just one more thing i can put on the list, or cross off of it, whichever way you want to look at it, it's just a reminder of what's not right, with me, with you, with all of this being thankful is a funny way of flipping the tables when you can't find a way to wipe the sad out of your eyes in the morning, because i can guarantee you if you find the right light and photograph yourself in it every day at around the same time, pretty soon you'll start to see that your smile is reaching the sides of your eyelids, and before you know it your irises will stop looking so dull, and soon you'll forget what it means to be tired
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
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ghetto ******* laundromat, funny it ends where it began, i do love a full circle, but i can't say i love folding, and watching you do it is as equally painful as doing it myself question always, what do i want? what do i want? what in the ******* world is it that i want? that lame dave matthews song comes on, what i want is what i've not got, **** i know what you mean, dave, and maybe i should thank you for reminding me of just one more thing i can put on the list, or cross off of it, whichever way you want to look at it, it's just a reminder of what's not right, with me, with you, with all of this being thankful is a funny way of flipping the tables when you can't find a way to wipe the sad out of your eyes in the morning, because i can guarantee you if you find the right light and photograph yourself in it every day at around the same time, pretty soon you'll start to see that your smile is reaching the sides of your eyelids, and before you know it your irises will stop looking so dull, and soon you'll forget what it means to be tired
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
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