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sitting with my legs crossed Van Gogh starry night pants on (just the star-part so really it could be anybody's starry night) the silver nail polish on my nails is almost gone I peeled most of it off there are just a few round specks in the middle of each nail (like my waves of bravery) weak and futile the black wooden boards beneath my feet my calloused fingers hurt I braided my hair --twice-- tonight and didn't write my homework like I should've instead I was driving 10 miles under the speed limit realizing this was caused by the lack of aliveness eating away at my enamel I would've done it this time
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
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sitting with my legs crossed Van Gogh starry night pants on (just the star-part so really it could be anybody's starry night) the silver nail polish on my nails is almost gone I peeled most of it off there are just a few round specks in the middle of each nail (like my waves of bravery) weak and futile the black wooden boards beneath my feet my calloused fingers hurt I braided my hair --twice-- tonight and didn't write my homework like I should've instead I was driving 10 miles under the speed limit realizing this was caused by the lack of aliveness eating away at my enamel I would've done it this time
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
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