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Death, frustration.

Those times when you drop your only lighter between the car seat and the center console too small to fully dive in, but too close to give up. You keep trying thinking about what you want to do with that lighter but you can't reach. Months later you don;t have a lighter the first thing you think of is that one that fell between the cracks. Try it again think about where you need to take that lighter but you still can't even reach. At that very moment your light, it- its never coming back
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Mar 19, 2012
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