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everything is temporary everything is temporary everything is temporary until it's permanent the muscles in my right arm break and rebuild as i sloppily throw the mop into the grey water accented with glitter and swirling with paint tiny finger and shoe prints litter the linoleum and i can't help but smile fourteen hours later i sleepily climb into my car and i watch the sky as i drive, not the road and the sun begins to lift it's eyelids and it looks as if the sky is bleeding out slowly, but surely and as i drive on autopilot i think to myself, i can do this i can do this i can do this until i can't necessary means to an end
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Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 12:15 PM UTC
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everything is temporary everything is temporary everything is temporary until it's permanent the muscles in my right arm break and rebuild as i sloppily throw the mop into the grey water accented with glitter and swirling with paint tiny finger and shoe prints litter the linoleum and i can't help but smile fourteen hours later i sleepily climb into my car and i watch the sky as i drive, not the road and the sun begins to lift it's eyelids and it looks as if the sky is bleeding out slowly, but surely and as i drive on autopilot i think to myself, i can do this i can do this i can do this until i can't necessary means to an end
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Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 12:15 PM UTC
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