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i avoid pen and paper i can't stand the sight of it when i'm not able to get the words out right lately i'm an oldsmobile, sputtering smoke and coughing cogs as i attempt to make my way up a hill that seems to have no end i'm desperate for horizon, but all i can focus on are the next four inches
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
nearsighted
i avoid pen and paper i can't stand the sight of it when i'm not able to get the words out right lately i'm an oldsmobile, sputtering smoke and coughing cogs as i attempt to make my way up a hill that seems to have no end i'm desperate for horizon, but all i can focus on are the next four inches
quinn
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
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