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I was purchased, used, and thrown out. I got to see a few good times. Usually blurry or something got in the way, but it was still sort of ok. The cycle starts over. I'm purchased, used, and thrown out. Once again I see wonderful things, but usually posed and fake. It was still sort of ok. Until the cycle starts over.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
My Life as a Disposable Camera
I was purchased, used, and thrown out. I got to see a few good times. Usually blurry or something got in the way, but it was still sort of ok. The cycle starts over. I'm purchased, used, and thrown out. Once again I see wonderful things, but usually posed and fake. It was still sort of ok. Until the cycle starts over.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
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