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me, a tiny moth i'm unsettled i'm scattered and i don't know which light is the right one i'm not the person i knew or the person i want to me i feel like a blueprint folded into origami and i don't know how to be useful i've been taking magazine clippings like little bits of stolen wool i've been keeping them in a book making pictures of the parts and i don't know where my heart is i don't know what i want from the bulb
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
stolen bits of wool.
me, a tiny moth i'm unsettled i'm scattered and i don't know which light is the right one i'm not the person i knew or the person i want to me i feel like a blueprint folded into origami and i don't know how to be useful i've been taking magazine clippings like little bits of stolen wool i've been keeping them in a book making pictures of the parts and i don't know where my heart is i don't know what i want from the bulb
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
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