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My fingers hurt their bleeding? on an empty screen. drops of words I never type in time I only think of them 20 minutes late 20 minutes later My lips numb it's bleeding? it has no use anyway, I only say useless remarks and they're all the same My temper is like my faith gone and just a bunch of lies. my time is something I don’t want to write about it’s all been planned I guess I’m looking for more? a new word after another word more laconic than what most could think to use.
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Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 8:18 PM UTC
laconic
My fingers hurt their bleeding? on an empty screen. drops of words I never type in time I only think of them 20 minutes late 20 minutes later My lips numb it's bleeding? it has no use anyway, I only say useless remarks and they're all the same My temper is like my faith gone and just a bunch of lies. my time is something I don’t want to write about it’s all been planned I guess I’m looking for more? a new word after another word more laconic than what most could think to use.
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Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 8:18 PM UTC
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