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On the bus, the other day. I saw a man who had nothing to say. He was talking on his phone outloud, everyone could hear. I never get that. How can people be so open? Are you one of those people? Do you talk like that on purpose, trying to show the world who you are? Like you do with your clothes and hair and music This is ME, Look, I'm fun/interesting/intelligent I'm a little quirky, I don't give a damn, I fit in I BELONG You what? I BELOOOONNNGGGG Or is it just where you came from, your family? They were open - they were loud and confident so so are you. I guess, like most things, it's a bit of both W E L L L I listened but as I said he had nothing to say. So I looked to my music and pressed play                 <=========Super Cool Rhyming, So good at poetry - to listen to more people with nothing to say. But at least the way they said it sounded good
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Nov 9, 2011
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