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I'm supposed to be one of those people that's really good at life - but we all **** up, ya know? I get angry and let it out. I'm talkin' O.C.D. fueled fits of rage, laced with anxiety. I come up hard and a come down heavy. I am a hunk of walking meat filled with a brain that knows too much, a heart that loves too much, and a soul that feels too much. I'm ****** we all are ya know? But I'm a special kind of ****** One that's just too much. Highly combustible inside, yet the outside is a ******* L.E.D. lit welcome mat. I want to tear it off and go at it Office Space style, ya know?
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
Ya know?
I'm supposed to be one of those people that's really good at life - but we all **** up, ya know? I get angry and let it out. I'm talkin' O.C.D. fueled fits of rage, laced with anxiety. I come up hard and a come down heavy. I am a hunk of walking meat filled with a brain that knows too much, a heart that loves too much, and a soul that feels too much. I'm ****** we all are ya know? But I'm a special kind of ****** One that's just too much. Highly combustible inside, yet the outside is a ******* L.E.D. lit welcome mat. I want to tear it off and go at it Office Space style, ya know?
[Insert positive takeaway here]
cassie-sky
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
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