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Look up at the top right corner of your bathroom. I bet you don’t look there often, if at all I bet you haven’t counted hundreds of barely-there microscopic but almost visible regrets (the way) I’ve counted each letter of your name before I rearranged them to spell out mine I’m not saying I’m special. I am not any less grateful than the next sullen crash test dummy picked out of the bunch but I’m wondering why why it had to be me cold, cold philosophy the taste of inductive logic still sits **** and bitter on my tongue I spit and spit and spit; **** it all to metaphorical hell
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Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 6:34 PM UTC
speechless in the morning, speechless in the afternoon
Look up at the top right corner of your bathroom. I bet you don’t look there often, if at all I bet you haven’t counted hundreds of barely-there microscopic but almost visible regrets (the way) I’ve counted each letter of your name before I rearranged them to spell out mine I’m not saying I’m special. I am not any less grateful than the next sullen crash test dummy picked out of the bunch but I’m wondering why why it had to be me cold, cold philosophy the taste of inductive logic still sits **** and bitter on my tongue I spit and spit and spit; **** it all to metaphorical hell
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Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 6:34 PM UTC
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