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Oct 8
The dust motes are getting in my eyes

The dust motes are getting in my eyes and it's getting hard to think

The dust motes are getting in my eyes, and it's getting hard to think 'cuz if I don't think, don't blink too quick, I'll miss something I can't afford to skip and fail a test I can't afford to **** on keep on trying, don't you dare think about quitting on your mother's hard work and your father's sweat and blood -
You've passed your limit? great, do it again, and again, and again-

You shove yourself into your little labeled box. It's hot, and it's not who you are, but if not, you're just a little black dot that's got to be significant.

The dust motes are getting in my eyes again. That means I didn't think didn't blink too quick so I MUST have missed something and-

Those ****** dust motes
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Immaculata
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