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I try to change my socks everyday. Otherwise i get all tripped up on my past. Sometimes my life feels like lint between toes. Rubbed off raw material from a malfunctioned owner. Getting washed down a drain at the end of the day. Taken away from a broken home. Drowning without a chance to breathe anyway.
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
inside of my shoes
I try to change my socks everyday. Otherwise i get all tripped up on my past. Sometimes my life feels like lint between toes. Rubbed off raw material from a malfunctioned owner. Getting washed down a drain at the end of the day. Taken away from a broken home. Drowning without a chance to breathe anyway.
Thoughts about the way my mind has been working today
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
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