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I watch my desktop like my whole life time, With folders, folding memories, Files filled with future plans, Too many codes on my wall paper, I been trying to hide my self in face of my family. Clicking the recycle bin has been a religion, I worship pictures of my ex. There is a reason why they are in the bin, Which happen to be a recycling one. Its like digging a grave to give CPR to bones, call me Ezekiel.
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
Recycle bin
I watch my desktop like my whole life time, With folders, folding memories, Files filled with future plans, Too many codes on my wall paper, I been trying to hide my self in face of my family. Clicking the recycle bin has been a religion, I worship pictures of my ex. There is a reason why they are in the bin, Which happen to be a recycling one. Its like digging a grave to give CPR to bones, call me Ezekiel.
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
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