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My fingertips are frayed like my favorite pair of jeans. My hair is grey like the faded pencil marks in my old diary, my book of dying dreams. My back is bent like the crook in my couch where I used to read a stack of books. My mind is missing like the word in an incomplete
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
Funny How it Leaves You Hanging
My fingertips are frayed like my favorite pair of jeans. My hair is grey like the faded pencil marks in my old diary, my book of dying dreams. My back is bent like the crook in my couch where I used to read a stack of books. My mind is missing like the word in an incomplete
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
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