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there is something in the daily fluorescence of grocery stores that gets to me like falling apart on bathroom floors and getting screamed at by angry fathers just does not because they have not witnessed demises like mine but they have witnessed endings of careers lost children the breaking of more glasses than i have hearts and there is something comforting in reveling in the very essence of a place that has witnessed both destruction and change in a way that results in grocery store labyrinths being all too similar to the twisting and turning of my head.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
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there is something in the daily fluorescence of grocery stores that gets to me like falling apart on bathroom floors and getting screamed at by angry fathers just does not because they have not witnessed demises like mine but they have witnessed endings of careers lost children the breaking of more glasses than i have hearts and there is something comforting in reveling in the very essence of a place that has witnessed both destruction and change in a way that results in grocery store labyrinths being all too similar to the twisting and turning of my head.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
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