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Mar 2015
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Wallowing in my misery
is worse than wallowing in yours
even if it's not my problem
Because at the end of the day,
your sadness is yours to keep
and mine is something I don't want to own
Gloomy as usual

Re-reading this today (03/27/15) and what even. What does this even mean. It's nonsensical.
Altering Atmospheres
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Altering Atmospheres  Way up in my head
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