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garbage

they say dreams

are the garbage of your day.

 

i agree.

 

considering my life

consists entirely of

garbage,

 

there is nothing left

to do than to conclude

that yes,

 

my life is garbage

my dreams are garbage

therefore,

i am garbage.

 

but garbage gets taken out

and picked up by men

every week.

so I guess I can't be

garbage

after all.

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Written by
andressa-leite
Brazilian
Published
Nov 20, 2011
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