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It's a bit past midnight - So light under these fluorescents, but so dark in my mind. On a couch in college, I am reeking of ****** deeds earlier, - and of avoidance too. Eyes drooping to a standard hibernation position, I try to sit up to let my hands finish these questions on the latest Middle Eastern borders. Yet, still there is left a dent in my heart for all the **** that happened in the past week. A sociopath with morals. A ********* wanting to reconnect. A friend with overbearing qualities. A mother dying to love me. An idea with no promise. A bucket of philosophy. I hope I'm not the only one coming up with ideas of how to escape.
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
College
It's a bit past midnight - So light under these fluorescents, but so dark in my mind. On a couch in college, I am reeking of ****** deeds earlier, - and of avoidance too. Eyes drooping to a standard hibernation position, I try to sit up to let my hands finish these questions on the latest Middle Eastern borders. Yet, still there is left a dent in my heart for all the **** that happened in the past week. A sociopath with morals. A ********* wanting to reconnect. A friend with overbearing qualities. A mother dying to love me. An idea with no promise. A bucket of philosophy. I hope I'm not the only one coming up with ideas of how to escape.
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
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