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I have finally found my talent. I ruin things. I ruin our days, our life With my inept ways, My frustration, my dumb rants. I ruin your organised mind And your practical intentions. I ruin the weather, the mood, I ruin your lovingly cooked food. I am the Chelsea Football Club of everything. Maybe that’s why they’re my team. Ruining things whether I win or lose. Ruination is my talent.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
I Ruin Everything
I have finally found my talent. I ruin things. I ruin our days, our life With my inept ways, My frustration, my dumb rants. I ruin your organised mind And your practical intentions. I ruin the weather, the mood, I ruin your lovingly cooked food. I am the Chelsea Football Club of everything. Maybe that’s why they’re my team. Ruining things whether I win or lose. Ruination is my talent.
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Cambridge, UK
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
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