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i am becoming strange who is stranger me or the girl i dont know sitting next to me on the bus my hands shake as i try to remember your telephone number at the corner payphone i keep on glitching itching and twitching and i miss-dial your number and my quarter is wasted i slept with a stranger girl than i remember but not how you think it was that she fell down in the middle of the party and the glitching and twitching reminded me of you so i carried her and put her in my spare bedroom and that was it when she left i went back to the payphone to tell you about it my my hands were still shaking and i miss-dialed your number but it went to your mother who explained to me again why you can't pick up she said you slept in a nice box downtown after you got too drunk and your bike hit a truck i said that i remember how you glitched and twitched how you were hospitalized for a week or two and then when you got out you forgot to call me she told me that you cant call anymore because you sleep in a nice box downtown with your grandma and uncle after she hung up i went to talk to you in this nice box downtown but before i got there i got too drunk and my bike hit a truck and now i can see you in your nice box downtown but you still dont return my calls
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
gliTCH_10110//tWitch
i am becoming strange who is stranger me or the girl i dont know sitting next to me on the bus my hands shake as i try to remember your telephone number at the corner payphone i keep on glitching itching and twitching and i miss-dial your number and my quarter is wasted i slept with a stranger girl than i remember but not how you think it was that she fell down in the middle of the party and the glitching and twitching reminded me of you so i carried her and put her in my spare bedroom and that was it when she left i went back to the payphone to tell you about it my my hands were still shaking and i miss-dialed your number but it went to your mother who explained to me again why you can't pick up she said you slept in a nice box downtown after you got too drunk and your bike hit a truck i said that i remember how you glitched and twitched how you were hospitalized for a week or two and then when you got out you forgot to call me she told me that you cant call anymore because you sleep in a nice box downtown with your grandma and uncle after she hung up i went to talk to you in this nice box downtown but before i got there i got too drunk and my bike hit a truck and now i can see you in your nice box downtown but you still dont return my calls
scott-horror
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
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