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You are the cause of your own suffering I tell myself everyday, but I still bathe in silt and shame. Rinse. Recycle. Repeat. I tell myself everyday how mundane it is to be redundant: Rinse. Recycle. Repeat. Everybody that looks at me sees how mundane it is to be redundant. You only get one masterpiece; everybody that looks at me sees that's not a rainbow, it's an oil spill. You only get one masterpiece, but I still bathe in silt and shame - that's not a rainbow, it's an oil spill. You are the cause of your own suffering.
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
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You are the cause of your own suffering I tell myself everyday, but I still bathe in silt and shame. Rinse. Recycle. Repeat. I tell myself everyday how mundane it is to be redundant: Rinse. Recycle. Repeat. Everybody that looks at me sees how mundane it is to be redundant. You only get one masterpiece; everybody that looks at me sees that's not a rainbow, it's an oil spill. You only get one masterpiece, but I still bathe in silt and shame - that's not a rainbow, it's an oil spill. You are the cause of your own suffering.
devin-lawrence
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
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