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Jan 2013
I told my 2 cents to the washing
machine.
It cleaned all my money, but stole my
self-esteem.
I gave all my change to a nun on the
street,
not for my soul, but to hide my
deceit.
I collected cans of beers and sodas with
caffeine,
hoping I would at least one thing to
redeem.
I walked into a room of mirrors, and locked some mirrors inside of me.
And now I see just what was lost to that **** laundry machine.
Written by
Wispy
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