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Aug 2015
do I really have to get up and go donate plasma for $20?

is it necessary for me to wake up at 8am when I have nothing to do?

will I become something more than a transient
laying in bed,
on a chair,
walking back from the kitchen and sitting back down again?

these people i have met,
are they the last performance?

while processing slow, doesn't my mind want something more?

will I become my attainable dream?

how many times can you start your personality over from scratch before you have to lock it in?

do these pieces you've obtained really make you?

does my nightly introspection bring me tears, or is it just another night of being tired?
Doll Spaghetti
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Doll Spaghetti  fuckin akron
(fuckin akron)   
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