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Absent of thought, I wait for the meal that we know too well. I know the noodles will seem undone, the flavor will remind of times past where I knew nothing better than easy food, but I brought it anyways. I don't want a photo of my childhood, I just want lunch.
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
Cup noodles
Absent of thought, I wait for the meal that we know too well. I know the noodles will seem undone, the flavor will remind of times past where I knew nothing better than easy food, but I brought it anyways. I don't want a photo of my childhood, I just want lunch.
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
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