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Pickup Patchjobs

I spilled neon orange paint all over my favorite black jeans while mixing your dumb color. (because I'm dramatic like that) I couldn't help but think, there's an analogy somewhere in there, and in how preoccupied I am getting it out before it sets, even though I  know the damage is already done. But instead of wasting my time on understanding it, I just covered it with black and called it a day. Knowing I'm still going to paint in these pants again.
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chaya136
18 / F
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Written by
chaya136
18 / F
Published
Feb 8, 2019
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Sorry if this was too cheesy, but you could say the opportunity just fell into my lap. Ok I’ll stop writing now.

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