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i am holding my towel, mid-air, arm outstretched, fingers clenched, with a millisecond to decide if i throw it in i hate that i've gotten this far, but lately it's all fast forward with little retraction, relfection, or restriction i spend hours in the mirror trying to see myself, but there's this big headed ***** with green eyes full of envy and a gaping hole of a mouth full of excuses, that refuses to get out of the way
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 1:42 PM UTC
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i am holding my towel, mid-air, arm outstretched, fingers clenched, with a millisecond to decide if i throw it in i hate that i've gotten this far, but lately it's all fast forward with little retraction, relfection, or restriction i spend hours in the mirror trying to see myself, but there's this big headed ***** with green eyes full of envy and a gaping hole of a mouth full of excuses, that refuses to get out of the way
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 1:42 PM UTC
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