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I am sad, Dad. EMPTY. ELEPHANTS don't forget, Dad. I'm an avalanche, a hurricane, a natural disaster; I crumble. Hold the magnifying glass over my new car and watch it BURN. YOU DON'T GET IT! I traveled to another country all by myself! Brick by boring brick, dad. I feel a hailstorm coming and it's named after your daughter. I feel like I'm blowing up like dynamite. Understand, dad, stars aren't supposed to feel like empty sweaters. Feelin' like a sculpture right about now...fancy, but not enough to be alive. Dear ol' dad:
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
I AM BECOMING A GUN
I am sad, Dad. EMPTY. ELEPHANTS don't forget, Dad. I'm an avalanche, a hurricane, a natural disaster; I crumble. Hold the magnifying glass over my new car and watch it BURN. YOU DON'T GET IT! I traveled to another country all by myself! Brick by boring brick, dad. I feel a hailstorm coming and it's named after your daughter. I feel like I'm blowing up like dynamite. Understand, dad, stars aren't supposed to feel like empty sweaters. Feelin' like a sculpture right about now...fancy, but not enough to be alive. Dear ol' dad:
((not finished, but I'm feeeeelin' it #wip))
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
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